It was late in the morning when I got up, bleary eyed staggering there were wine bottles empty everywhere boy that was a night to remember, I swear
I looked around and could not find my love my battle harden sweet rose of fury I screamed, where is she waking my kin and company
Seeing the look in their guilty eyes I knew she had gone on a mission there was a letter on the mantlepiece but with eyes of black cold storms I walked out on my own cursing their eyes
I knew she wanted to impress but to do this whist in battle rest if I had not been so ****** drunk I would of dusted down the mantlepiece