Da Lonely Lovelorn Lullaby Of Lady DaGrind
"Oh woe is me!"
Moaned she and sighed
"Oh woe is me!"
Moaned she and sighed
"Is dere no hope
For Lady DaGrind?
I cannot sleep
Oh what can keep
Away from me
Da one and only
My darling love
My sweetest dove?
Who'd coo and woo
And lay me to bed
And gently rock me
To sweetest sleep?"
DaGrind she wrung
To sweetest sleep?"
DaGrind she wrung
Her little hands
"Too long have I tarried
Alone on this shore
My tears alone
Would fill up a score
Of beer-barrels
Or maybe even more.."
Why! Canute himself
Why! Canute himself
Could not turn back da tide
Of the lonely tears
Of sleepless DaGrind.
Though she cried and cried
Til her eyes were sore
And stood sentinel
On da lonely shore
And sang to da wind
And swore to adore,
No Knight did appear
Dat day, or da next
For poor DaGrind
Dere was just no rest....
"Cry not, dear Lady!"
"Cry not, dear Lady!"
Quoth a Gypsy rascal
With a bold stare
And a motley satchel
"A Knight I foresee
Both lofty and skilled
With sword and with lance
Who can even dance
Thee a merry jig;
But give him a chance!
His charger did so prance
It threw off a shoe
And da poor bugger
Hasn't a clue
How to fix da damn thing
And da blacksmith is drunk
As da proverbial skunk..."
This sally consoled
This sally consoled
The damsel a bit.
"Why, then," she cried
"I must learn to abide
Patient and mild
For soon he will ride
Into my life and end
My sleepless strife!
On his prancing destrier,
With his lance and his sword
And his bright flashing helmet
With its plume high and bold..."
"I don't know about dat last bit!"
"I don't know about dat last bit!"
Cried the Gypsy, a little bit miffed
"I fell off da horse
When he threw of da shoe
(Flat on my derriere, too!)
And dented da helmet
Just da tiniest bump
But I been waiting a week,
And dat shit
Of a blacksmith
Still hasn't got
Da fucking thing fixed!"
Manuela Cardiga
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