VII - The Lad and the Maiden Fair.

The Lad and the Maiden Fair

The lad and the maiden fair went to play
Some cards on the sand at the sea;
They took some wine
And planned to dine
On crusty bread and on brie.
On brie,
On crusty bread and on brie.

The lad took hold of the offered hand
And pressed it to his heart
“The hand on my breast
Makes me long for the rest,
But I am sure it will do for a start
For a start,
I am sure it will do for a start.”

She pulled away in shock and dismay
“You men are all thinking the same.
You think if you flirt
You’ll get up my skirt
We maidens are wise to your game.
Your game,
We maidens are wise to your game.”

“Oh maiden do not think of me so
Your judgments come too quick.
The hand in my mind
Was the Crazy Eight kind;
I can’t even win a trick,
A trick,
I can’t even win a trick.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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