such talk never charms me
when told by a hoyden or a valet. mere greetings and glances
each kiss is a study in scarlet. oh dear
when there's scandal about the court
at the naughtiness they report
things they say sound very queer to me
what they mean is never clear to me
but it can't be very nice
such sights are not fit for a maiden's view. i blush!
i know just what i ought to do
if its end i do not know. oh dear
but the queen carries on a bit;
though i breathe not a word of it
launcelot loveth her beauty well;
they burn the plush. i blush!
arthur is a rather unwary king;
the queen made launcelot honorary king;
if he kissed her once or twice. oh dear
tristan told his heart to isolde in song;
but the song was six hours long;
what they did was wrong beyond a doubt
if it took so long to sing about;
and the thought can make my lily
how they yodeled of love and death;
they died not from love but from lack of breath;
silly to pretend. i blush