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To bring your vision back, my dear!”
While May had something else in mind.
Thought he’d wed to his delight,
In the garden lush and green,
And be wary, lest your sight you throw!
Remember January’s tale of woe,
A maiden named May, with golden hair.
May and Damian were oft seen,
For a tryst that none would soon forget.
May cried out, a clever dame,
He chose a bride so young and fair,
This tale will leave you wondering why!
Blinded knight, he stood below,
Young Damian, a squire sweet,
“It’s for your sight, I’m not to blame,
So if you wed a maiden young,
Suddenly his sight returned anew,
They climbed a tree, the game was set,
With plans so bold and tricks so sly,
With food and wine beyond compare,
But January was old and blind,
While January, none the wiser, lame.
Old January, wealthy knight,
They whispered secrets, planned their game,
Young May’s not what she seems to be,
Caught them in the act, it’s true!
And think your life will be so sung,
Caught May’s eye, oh what a treat,
Oh, January, don't you see,
I wrestled with the squire so dear,
While May and Damian’s love did grow,
They married in a grand affair,
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Old January, wealthy knight, Thought he’d wed to his delight, He chose a bride so young and fair, A maiden named May, with golden hair.
Oh, January, don't you see, Young May’s not what she seems to be, With plans so bold and tricks so sly, This tale will leave you wondering why!
They married in a grand affair, With food and wine beyond compare, But January was old and blind, While May had something else in mind.
Young Damian, a squire sweet, Caught May’s eye, oh what a treat, They whispered secrets, planned their game, While January, none the wiser, lame.
In the garden lush and green, May and Damian were oft seen, They climbed a tree, the game was set, For a tryst that none would soon forget.
Blinded knight, he stood below, While May and Damian’s love did grow, Suddenly his sight returned anew, Caught them in the act, it’s true!
May cried out, a clever dame, “It’s for your sight, I’m not to blame, I wrestled with the squire so dear, To bring your vision back, my dear!”
So if you wed a maiden young, And think your life will be so sung, Remember January’s tale of woe, And be wary, lest your sight you throw!