Ah Prince, ye noble,if only you knew
The world doesn't quite revolve around you.
Your hardships are few
Your privileges many
You will never need work for a single penny.
Though you woo a million maidens
Though your tongue with sweet words laden
No girl shall find
Peace of mind
While to ye is she chained.
A sad lonely life ye are destined to live
Once your beauty flees
Not a whit will they give.
From peasants like me
To royals like ye
The world is a mess
Like a quilt-worken dress
So farewell to you,
My handsome young knave,
And thank thy god that I yet spared you from the grave.