Piers and Suzette

May sunshine and scattered showers Countdown days and sleepless hours Village maidens creep from their bowers Meet amongst the meadow flowers In a circle they skip and dance Whilst chanting their love one's name Enticing as moths to a flame Each to another and all the same Jethro, Saul, Piers and Lance. As storm clouds darkened the blue sky Each maiden emitted a sigh Happily with vocals on high hurried home, to wait bye and bye Fair Suzette wished to be Piers wife He waited for the day's sunset to spread it's golden riverlet For Piers was in love with Suzette Dame Fortune had smiled on his life Piers was due an inheritance Came by way of a recompense Family feuds were once intense Thankfully all now make good sense The moon lightened his way ahead He walked then rested for awhile Reading her note he did smile Then hurried on over the style Spurred on by love he quickly tread Bleating sheep barring his way along Moved aside as he sang love song Twas her his heart did belong He hoped her heart was just as strong Thoughts of meeting made his heart thud To rendevous she had agreed The marshy fen and the tall green reed Bogged down his progress to impede He soldiered on caked in the mud As overhead storm clouds passed Sinking, helpless, he stared aghast ankles, then knees he was stuck fast Frantic, his eyes about him cast Wind caught words blown far away Then came a glowing lantern flame Wending a pathway to her swain For her his fear he overcame He lowered his head and then did pray He heard wild ponies stampeding Then towards Piers they then did swing He searched his pockets for some string Lassoing one did upwards spring Oh joy he thought my lucky day. He gained control with frantic haste Then across the fen he did race To lift Suzette to his embrace. They married and named their child May