On their feet, the crowd would cheer
For brave Sir William
The knight who knew no fear
His colours were vermilion
None could defeat this knight
None wanted to face Sir William
He would never back away from a fight
His colours were vermilion
Lady Tabitha, as beautiful as she was greedy
Watched him from the crowd, Sir William
For that knights love she was needy
His colours were vermilion
Women flocked to him
When he won, brave Sir William!
Ready to do his every whim
His colours were vermilion
But of this he would take no part
For it was only one
Who had captured his heart
It was her who was to bear his son
"Scandal" Was what the crowd cried
Lady Tabitha looked quickly at Sir William
She turned to leave and softly sighed
Her gown was vermilion
He watched her leave
And pushed through the adoring flock
And caught her by a trailing sleeve
She turned around in shock
A smile passed across her lips
As she looked upon the purse of gold
That bulged upon his hips
And his fine horse that could be sold
He smiled too when he saw
Her amazing beauty, eye to eye
Her face was free of any flaw
Her eyes as blue as a cloudless sky
Her took her slender hand in his own
Time stood still
And the colour in her cheeks had grown
The only sound was a distant mill
"My Lady" He whispered silently
"My Lord" She replied
Than he asked "Will you marry me?"
And for her response, she cried
A fortnight later was the wedding
William smiled at his bride
Her shyness she was shedding
Instead she glowed with pride
A year passed by
They lived in a dream-world
Of a love that would never die
Their lives planned out for them like a rug unfurled
Then a midwife proclaimed the news
"A son is born! A son is born to Tabitha and William!
Spread the word, messengers, not a moment to lose!
A son is born to the knight in vermilion."
Robert was what they named the boy
They feasted throughout the night
Lavish gifts and expensive toys
And to honour him, William would be in one last fight
Tabitha held up her baby for all to see
He saw his father joust
He laughed and giggled with glee
His cheer was the loudst'
Tabitha held her baby up higher
"Behold the son of William!
His hair the colour of fire
See, and honour the son of the knight in vermilion!"
They travelled home that night
They danced and sang along the way
William stopped at a tavern to stop a fight
Tabitha travelled alone for the rest of the day
William rode home on a tired old nag
He staggered inside his grand house
He went through the rooms putting valuables in a bag
He thought to himself "Such shame! I have lost a joust!"
Tabitha saw her husband and screamed
"What has happened, my William, my dear?
I have only seen you like this in my most horrid dreams!
He collapsed on he shoulder, his clothes reeked of beer
"My darling wife, I fear we are ruined!
We have lost everything, take off those fine gloves!
We have nothing left, no home to live in
We have lost all except…except our love…"
Tabitha gasped and screamed
"No!" She cried "How can this be?"
Already a plan she was beginning to scheme
"I lost a joust" Said he
She went and put on her finest, of all hope she was bereft
She then took out William's sharpest knife
"I'm so sorry, my son, we have nothing left"
And with those words she took her own life
William went to his room to see his wife
He called her name, and heard no reply
Then he saw, in her chest, his finest knife
He held Robert close, kneeled by her body, and started to cry
For brave Sir William
The knight who knew no fear
His colours were vermilion
None could defeat this knight
None wanted to face Sir William
He would never back away from a fight
His colours were vermilion
Lady Tabitha, as beautiful as she was greedy
Watched him from the crowd, Sir William
For that knights love she was needy
His colours were vermilion
Women flocked to him
When he won, brave Sir William!
Ready to do his every whim
His colours were vermilion
But of this he would take no part
For it was only one
Who had captured his heart
It was her who was to bear his son
"Scandal" Was what the crowd cried
Lady Tabitha looked quickly at Sir William
She turned to leave and softly sighed
Her gown was vermilion
He watched her leave
And pushed through the adoring flock
And caught her by a trailing sleeve
She turned around in shock
A smile passed across her lips
As she looked upon the purse of gold
That bulged upon his hips
And his fine horse that could be sold
He smiled too when he saw
Her amazing beauty, eye to eye
Her face was free of any flaw
Her eyes as blue as a cloudless sky
Her took her slender hand in his own
Time stood still
And the colour in her cheeks had grown
The only sound was a distant mill
"My Lady" He whispered silently
"My Lord" She replied
Than he asked "Will you marry me?"
And for her response, she cried
A fortnight later was the wedding
William smiled at his bride
Her shyness she was shedding
Instead she glowed with pride
A year passed by
They lived in a dream-world
Of a love that would never die
Their lives planned out for them like a rug unfurled
Then a midwife proclaimed the news
"A son is born! A son is born to Tabitha and William!
Spread the word, messengers, not a moment to lose!
A son is born to the knight in vermilion."
Robert was what they named the boy
They feasted throughout the night
Lavish gifts and expensive toys
And to honour him, William would be in one last fight
Tabitha held up her baby for all to see
He saw his father joust
He laughed and giggled with glee
His cheer was the loudst'
Tabitha held her baby up higher
"Behold the son of William!
His hair the colour of fire
See, and honour the son of the knight in vermilion!"
They travelled home that night
They danced and sang along the way
William stopped at a tavern to stop a fight
Tabitha travelled alone for the rest of the day
William rode home on a tired old nag
He staggered inside his grand house
He went through the rooms putting valuables in a bag
He thought to himself "Such shame! I have lost a joust!"
Tabitha saw her husband and screamed
"What has happened, my William, my dear?
I have only seen you like this in my most horrid dreams!
He collapsed on he shoulder, his clothes reeked of beer
"My darling wife, I fear we are ruined!
We have lost everything, take off those fine gloves!
We have nothing left, no home to live in
We have lost all except…except our love…"
Tabitha gasped and screamed
"No!" She cried "How can this be?"
Already a plan she was beginning to scheme
"I lost a joust" Said he
She went and put on her finest, of all hope she was bereft
She then took out William's sharpest knife
"I'm so sorry, my son, we have nothing left"
And with those words she took her own life
William went to his room to see his wife
He called her name, and heard no reply
Then he saw, in her chest, his finest knife
He held Robert close, kneeled by her body, and started to cry