Riches
Lest you think everything I write is wistful ballads and such…
Here is something different. Its a hard R rating, so little-uns, click not!
Riches
© 2005 George Reed
Hey, hi! Lassie, you’re the one for me!
I love to watch you frolic in yer underlivery.
You can be me lady fair, an I will be yer lord.
Together we’ll have riches what the wealthy can’t afford!
I met you in O’Shaughney’s one evnin’ drinkin rye.
You sat down and shared the rounds until the jug was dry.
We staggered then up to me room, for to spend the night.
The evening was cold and dark, but I think I saw the light!
So hey, hi! Lassie, yer the one for me!
I loves to watch ye frolic in yer underlivery.
I will doff me chain mail, you may doff yer skirt.
Then we’ll take to joustin’ and tiltin’ ‘til we hurt!
Be you chaste in holy place without anxiety,
But when it’s just the two of us, leave off piety.
We’ll away into the hills, free from evil taint,
An’ when we’re there we’ll say a prayer to a jolly saint!
So hey, hi! Lassie, yer the one for me!
I loves to watch ye frolic in yer underlivery.
Let us spend a happy life pursuin’ pleasant dreams
As we tumble through a glade in forest by a stream!
The lords may have their castles, the ladies all their gems,
But next to you me lovely, I need none of them.
Come into me humble house an’ linger for a time.
I will show you wonders what a maiden couldn’t find!
Hey, hi! Lassie, you’re the one for me!
I love to watch you frolic in yer underlivery.
You can be me lady fair, an I will be yer lord.
Together we’ll have riches what the wealth can’t afford!
Posted: December 29th, 2005 under Songs.
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