The Lady And Her Bonnie Lad
It was her wont to wander
down by the stream and lea
Of a summer’s evening
when the notion took her free
The cool breeze with its fingers
fluttered her white lace veil
As the evening candles flickered
and the summer clouds did sail
Down the green path by the stream
her fragile figure walked
While with any passing furry friends
she wandered and she talked
The moon would rise across the sky
shining with coolest joy
And there by the old mill stile
she would meet her boy
She came from the castle high,
and he was the miller’s son
But she loved him with a heart
so totally undone
For the courtiers she had always found
to be so studied and so vain
But he, he was natural, as the sun
and the coolest, clearest rain
He had no fine display of clothes,
no sword nor armour bright
He had no land or mansion,
and yet all was a'right
Her heart said “Think naught of these,
but mark only the soul within.”
So each night she would wander,
and where could lie the sin?
But young she was and did not know
the ways of our world as yet
And soon enough they were found out
with time enough to fret
The Lord was told she had been seen
and of the circumstance
And the Lady was forbidden then
her soulful dalliance
From then each night the miller’s son
stood looking from their stile
As the moon faded from the sky
and the dawn crept up the while
Each long night he stood there,
in the rain and heat and cold,
each and ever livelong night,
until he did grow old.
By KANEIX
© 2008 KANEIX
(All rights reserved)
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