And in that day there was a knight of great stature
But he was sorely lacking heart
He could rescue the loveliest damsel
And leave her at the dragon’s door
He would speak of his feats in court
And give not the prince a thought
And the ladies who fell at his feet
Meant no more than the lords whom he fought
He loved only money
And money loved he
For his works brought him in
A great salary 
Gold and silver hung ‘round his home
And he wore lovely fibres grand
But there was not a person in all of the land
Which he could care to love
A minstrel came dancing
By his tavern door
Laughing so gaily that the knight swore
That there must have been something wrong
The knight did inquire to the jolly squire
What all the noise was afore
And the little minstrel simply said
It was for his lady’s joy
Only that and nothing more
There was no payment involved
And the knight was quizzical
How the poor minstrel held so much life
When he had not a rich bedecked wife
A friar then came waltzing
Down the fair lane
Whistling a tune learned from a pretty dame
Smiling jovially all the way
Confusing the knight by the day
Life went on passing
All three men dying
And learning the paths that they did choose
The friar rested peacefully 
In God’s fair kingdom
All the eternal day
While the minstrel accompanied angels
In their heavenly chorus
Every day and the High Feast Days
The knight sat so dreary
In Hell so aweary
For wasting his life away
For wasting his life away
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