Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

Da Lonely Lovelorn Lullaby Of Lady DaGrind

"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 

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 

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!" 

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 

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!" 

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