Come one, come all:
This evening of Saturday, the 12th of May!
When all the lasses of the land
Come to the King's ball, so gay!
They'll dance
They'll feast
They'll sleep
They'll eat
And upon the coming
of deep midnight,
A grand and
special treat!
One maiden shall be choosen,
The most lovely,
The sweetest,
The fairest,
Like a rose,
In the dawn...
The untouched one...
To wed his magesty's
Most honorable son.
Poetry
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