Bride to Be

Find your self a man,
And settle down,
Bear him many sons,
In some quiet town,

So he makes you cringe,
And he's going grey,
He's got the money,
And the status, yea!

You're just a possession,
For men to sell and trade,
Count yourself lucky girl,
You're quite a pretty maid,

Things could have been worse,
You could end up with some cad,
Telling tales of love,
Like some lowly stable lad,

This is the real world,
Marriage; a helping hand,
It's just business deal,
For money or for land,

Us poor must make do,
Beggars cannot choose,
Would you rather be a pauper?
Or nun pacing the pews?

No, so bite your tongue girl,
I'll have no more said,
Get ready for the wedding,
And the vital marriage bed,

I said quiet! Come now,
I know you're just fourteen,
But we all must make our way,
That's how it's always been,

He's a knight, my dear,
A soldier of the realm,
You'll have your pretty dresses,
While he keeps his shining helm,

God's wounds! For the chance,
To be married off from here,
I'd give my eye teeth,
But I've seen too many years,

Now shut your mouth,
Lo! Our youth be so misguided,
Your husband has been chosen,
And your lifetime all decided.