[Verse]
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!