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The young and bold Sir Lancelot Had shunned the lady of Shalott And all the swooning maidens, dear. His heart belonged to Guinevere. And were she not to Arthur, wed, She'd have the heart-sick knight instead. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad sir Lancelot du Lac. When first he came to Camelot The orphan knight, Sir Lancelot Did prove his worth to Arthur's Court In jousting, and such noble sport And with his charm and courtly grace, His confidence and handsome face, He won the heart of Guinevere, And so he found his heart's one fear. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. In tournaments and deeds of arms, He never fell to earthly harms. His Lady's scarf about his breast, He held aloft his knightly chest And for her honor always strove, And worshiped her with courtly love. But she is wed, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. Beneath a tree, the young knight slept And one day, four queens on him crept, The chief of them, Morgan Le Fay. With magic, they stole him away. A choice they begged of him to make, That one of them his heart should take. But love is strong. They had no luck In tempting Lancelot du Lac. When Melegans stole Guinevere A cart, Sir Lancelot did steer To reach the hold where she was kept, Then toward the treacherous knight he leapt. He bested him with slash and blow, But to Sir Lancelot's great woe His Lady simply laughed in jest And saw no honor in his quest, For he arrived upon a cart. Thus, broken was the young knight's heart, And in a rage he left the place. He longed just for his Lady's grace. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. The young and bold Sir Lancelot Had shunned the lady of Shalott And all the swooning maidens, dear. His heart belonged to Guinevere. And were she not to Arthur, wed, She'd have the heart-sick knight instead. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. So when he quested for the Grail He made a promise he would fail. He said he'd not love Guinevere, But as he spoke, he shed a tear. He knew one day their love would end The table round, and hurt their friends. So when this promise he did break The land of Camelot did quake. For Agrivan, King Arthur, told His wife did love Lancelot bold And Arthur sent her to the pyre To end her sinful love, in fire. But Lancelot, his queen, did save And Arthur fell into the grave And all the knights of Table Round Were torn apart, could not be bound. And thus the fall of Camelot Was caused by one Sir Lancelot. But so it goes, such is the luck Of bold Sir Lancelot du Lac.

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Nov 6, 2011

Nov 6, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC

william-bednar

Sir Lancelot du Lac

The young and bold Sir Lancelot Had shunned the lady of Shalott And all the swooning maidens, dear. His heart belonged to Guinevere. And were she not to Arthur, wed, She'd have the heart-sick knight instead. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad sir Lancelot du Lac. When first he came to Camelot The orphan knight, Sir Lancelot Did prove his worth to Arthur's Court In jousting, and such noble sport And with his charm and courtly grace, His confidence and handsome face, He won the heart of Guinevere, And so he found his heart's one fear. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. In tournaments and deeds of arms, He never fell to earthly harms. His Lady's scarf about his breast, He held aloft his knightly chest And for her honor always strove, And worshiped her with courtly love. But she is wed, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. Beneath a tree, the young knight slept And one day, four queens on him crept, The chief of them, Morgan Le Fay. With magic, they stole him away. A choice they begged of him to make, That one of them his heart should take. But love is strong. They had no luck In tempting Lancelot du Lac. When Melegans stole Guinevere A cart, Sir Lancelot did steer To reach the hold where she was kept, Then toward the treacherous knight he leapt. He bested him with slash and blow, But to Sir Lancelot's great woe His Lady simply laughed in jest And saw no honor in his quest, For he arrived upon a cart. Thus, broken was the young knight's heart, And in a rage he left the place. He longed just for his Lady's grace. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. The young and bold Sir Lancelot Had shunned the lady of Shalott And all the swooning maidens, dear. His heart belonged to Guinevere. And were she not to Arthur, wed, She'd have the heart-sick knight instead. But so it goes, such is the luck Of sad Sir Lancelot du Lac. So when he quested for the Grail He made a promise he would fail. He said he'd not love Guinevere, But as he spoke, he shed a tear. He knew one day their love would end The table round, and hurt their friends. So when this promise he did break The land of Camelot did quake. For Agrivan, King Arthur, told His wife did love Lancelot bold And Arthur sent her to the pyre To end her sinful love, in fire. But Lancelot, his queen, did save And Arthur fell into the grave And all the knights of Table Round Were torn apart, could not be bound. And thus the fall of Camelot Was caused by one Sir Lancelot. But so it goes, such is the luck Of bold Sir Lancelot du Lac.