The Simple Joys of Maidenhood

Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve

It's Guenevere, remember me?

Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve

I'm over here beneath this tree!

You know how faithful and devout I am

You must admit I've always been a lamb

But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve

I won't obey you anymore

You've gone a bit too far

I won't be bid and bargained for

Like beads at a bazaar

Saint Genevieve, I've run away

Eluded them and fled

And from now on I intend to pray

To someone else instead!

Oh, Genevieve, Saint Genevieve

Where were you when my youth was sold?

Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve

Shan't I be young before I'm old?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Where are all those adoring, daring boys?

Where's the knight pining so for me

He leaps to death in woe for me?

Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys?

Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?

Shall I never be rescued in the wood?

Shall two knights never tilt for me

And let their blood be spilt for me?

Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Shall I not be on a pedestal

Worshipped and competed for?

Not be carried off, or better still

Cause a little war?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?

Shall a feud not begin for me?

Shall kith not kill their kin for me?

Oh, where are the trivial joys

Harmless, convivial joys

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?