O' Guinevere, O' Lancelot

O' Guinevere, O' Lancelot

How is the love that you have sought?

How are those short stolen glances,

The hidden smiles between you,

And during the late night dances

Are your knees still turning to goo?

O' Guinevere, how is your knight?

Do you think of no other during the day?

And through the embrace of night,

Only with him are you so gay?

O' Lancelot, how is your queen?

Those soft lips are still your fine wine

The sun is black against her hair's sheen

Only for her will you pine

No more shall her lips give a secret smile,

Every time you are to pass her

You two will no longer beguile

To the court you will have to answer

Because now good Arthur does know

Embracing each other you are caught

His wife and his knight, what a blow!

O' Guinevere, O' Lancelot