On an evening of bleak winter chill
A lone knight rode to Bartonleigh Hill
Stationed there was his maiden cute
Plucking the strings of an out of tune lute
As she plucked the rats did cry
Never had they heard such a rumpus lullaby
Upon her door a knocker knocked
It was the lone knight minus his left sock
Oh! she said your foot looks blue
Come warm it in the embers shoe
He did as she requested him to do
Whereupon a marriage proposal ensued
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 6:19 AM UTC
On an evening of bleak winter chill
A lone knight rode to Bartonleigh Hill
Stationed there was his maiden cute
Plucking the strings of an out of tune lute
As she plucked the rats did cry
Never had they heard such a rumpus lullaby
Upon her door a knocker knocked
It was the lone knight minus his left sock
Oh! she said your foot looks blue
Come warm it in the embers shoe
He did as she requested him to do
Whereupon a marriage proposal ensued
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