An Irish Courtship
There once was a Lass from up around Mass
Who ventured down south for some schoolin’
The boys were all giddy because she was so pretty,
But none caught the young lady’s fancy
Her suitors opined, but she was resigned
An old maid certain she’d be
Deep in her books, she gave none a look
But her grandpa weren’t without hope
Each day by the gates he stood with his hook
A young prince hoping to spy
No prince did appear, but against all fear
A gay minstrel did saunter by
Into the keep and down the main street
He passed in the blink of an eye
Off to the tower to find his fair flower
The bonny maiden he’d spotted afar
Our hero it seems was livin’ a dream
For crushed by the Ice Maiden he would certainly be
Onlookers wager the fool’s errand end
“Two Quid he’ll jump when she’s through with him!”
Onward he trod, his prize to hold
Journey at end and heart ever bold
“Come down to me!” he beckoned
The Ice Maiden unmoved
Outside her window, his love song to begin
Each day returnin’ to serenade again
Finally emergin’, the Ice Maiden relents
“Marry you will I, given one thing”
“Sing no more my love till the end of time,
For your tone deaf caterwaul drives me out of my mind.”
Copyright © Steve Harris | Year Posted 2016
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