I bade my love compose an ode
To prove her heart was true
Reciting To Him All Is Owed
She blushed the whole way through.
I bade my love prepare a feast
Befitting of her lord
She cooked for me the finest beast
Her dowry would afford.
I bade my love take out a boat
And clear the moat of trolls
She caught each one and cut its throat
Then stuck their heads on poles.
I bade my love tend to my aches
With liniments and oils
She rid my skin of every flake
And lanced a string of boils.
Then comes a time when passions end
When leaves droop with a frost
I bade my love invite her friend
That’s when she said get lost.