i blush

all court conversation

to my observation

is naughty

and woefully pert;

with joy unabating

the ladies-in-waiting

are waiting

to dish thee the dirt;

such talk never charms me

in sooth

it alarms me

when told by a hoyden or a valet. mere greetings and glances

rouse talk of romances;

each kiss is a study in scarlet. oh dear

when there's scandal about the court

i blush!

oh dear

at the naughtiness they report

i blush!

things they say sound very queer to me

what they mean is never clear to me

but it can't be very nice

the way they hush;

i blush!

such sights are not fit for a maiden's view. i blush!

oh

dear

i know just what i ought to do

i blush!

but you see

i can't condemn a tale

if its end i do not know. oh dear

i blush!

but i love it so!

oh dear

but the queen carries on a bit;

i blush!

oh

dear

though i breathe not a word of it

i blush!

launcelot loveth her beauty well;

as a knight

he doth his duty well;

on the throne

they get so very warm

they burn the plush. i blush!

arthur is a rather unwary king;

i blush!

the queen made launcelot honorary king;

i blush!

to be sure

it's none of my concern

if he kissed her once or twice. oh dear

i blush!

but it's rather nice!

tristan told his heart to isolde in song;

i blush!

oh dear

but the song was six hours long;

i blush!

what they did was wrong beyond a doubt

if it took so long to sing about;

and the thought can make my lily

cheek to flush. i blush!

oh dear

how they yodeled of love and death;

i blush!

they died not from love but from lack of breath;

i blush!

that it was

a proper way to die

it is

silly to pretend. i blush

but oh dear

what a lovely end!