What will you pay for that love?

by Toni   Jan 27, 2008


The kingâ??s name might have been Nolly McSnaid
But the truth is that nobody really remembers
Itâ??s known only that he fell in love with a maid
During the coldest, harshest December

He thought to keep his queen wife engrossed
While he pursued his affection farther
He hired a Jest, more handsome then most
Not knowing the fool was the maidâ??s father

The King carried out his scandalous sum
But quickly saw she cared not for his mince
What one what one? The kingâ??s own son
â??Tis true that the maid was in love with the Prince

A few strings cast down, they lay in a heap
These hearts freely given, playing for keeps

Now the maid loved the prince, but he loved another
He sang songs, great and long, odes to his Ester
The pretty young girl who worked for his mother
Oh pity him; sheâ??s betrothed to the jester

Now all of this time, the Queen was alone
Saw she the Jester was bonny and lean
That midnight she took him, made him her own
He could not resist, for she was the Queen

The strings lie entangled, none can let go
All hope of repair was gone long ago

Then enter Ester, sees her fiancé in bed
With the queen and she told the king right away
The king, in a fury, cut off jesterâ??s head
The poor queen, so enraged, murdered her maid

The prince heard the news, of the death of his dear
He died the next day, and so sad was his mother
She took her own life with her husbands spear
Deprived as she was of both son and lover

The maid could not live, bereft of her prince
Heartbroken over the loss of her love
She too took her life; thereâ??s been no life since
The king looked around and saw nothing but blood

Gone were his mistress, son, servants, and wife
The king had a heart and love ruined his life

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