Watching Meghan and the handsome prince hap on the hansom
Hacking through the streets of London
Made me hanker for the touch of a lover
It amplified the feelings i harbour for him
The procession at the cathedral makes my hackles to rise
I hang back from expressing my feelings for you while the sun still shines
but harking back to the haunts of the good old halycon days
When i was still hale and hearty
When my hair hung down to my waist
and my hands were free to enjoy life
I was made a handmaid in Windsor
The position was my handle to use
With great handiwork i made a ring
My handicrafts...