This is a cute little Ballad I wrote for class |
There once was a girl, who loved a guy, who loved his mother more, He gave his mom great treasures While his girl was ever poor. Well, this young lass, she had some sass, And soon she'd had enough, For she was Welsh, and if you know Welsh, You know that they play rough. Well one fine day she asked her man "Please bring me back, my sweet, A lonesome dove or two or three, I hear that they're a treat!" So this young man, he went on out And took his trusty gun, And swore he'd bring the finest back Or else they'd all have none. He chose a smallish bird for her Then looked yet roundabout For a plumper bird by far To fir his mother's mouth. Finally that day he strayed into the kings own park, And there he killed a pretty foul That flew directly to his mark. Well this bird was the princes pet, And so the king was mad. Our young man turned and fled from there Straight to his mothers land. He'd run and cowered in her house When the guards came riding up, They told his mom the story who then cursed her rotten luck. She shook her head and quietly said "You are no son of mine." And so it was decreed the lad would be hung for his crime. Then came along our pretty lass As cheerful as could be, She offered up a perfect stew Made just for this melee. She sang a song that charmed the men So that they soon forgave, And thus the young lad was released From his dark and gloomy grave. So let this be a lesson to all the boys Still tied to apron strings, Spend less time with your mother Find a girl who really sings! |