(you know the tune)

I hear them knights a-comin’
They’re riding through the glen
And I’ve not seen a maiden
Since I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Prince John’s Dungeon
And time keeps draggin’ on
But those knights just keep on riding
On down to Avalon

When I was but a wee lad
My mother shared wise words
“Always be a good boy
Don’t ever play with swords”
But I slew a serf in Surrey
Just to watch him die
When I hear those horses neighing
I hang my head and cry

I know those knights are laughin’
Someone’s playing on a lute
They’re drinking wine from flagons
While I’m gnawing on a newt
I know I had it comin’
I know I can’t be free
But those knights just keep on ridin’
Behold, that’s what tortures me
(well, that, and the rack, and the cat-o-nine-tails, and…)

If I could flee this dungeon
If one of those steeds were mine
You know I’d ride it hard
Past Newcastle-on-Tyne
Far from Prince John’s Dungeon
That’s where I want to stay
I’d let that big white stallion
Carry my blues away


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