When maiden loves she sits and sighs
Tower warders under orders
When our gallant Norman foes
How say you, maiden, will you wed
I've jibe and joke and quip and crank
Oh, Sergeant Meryll, is it true
Dids't thou not, oh, Leonard Meryll
The prisoner comes to meet his doom.
(con't) Disc 2. Night has spread her pall once more
Oh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon
Hereupon we're both agreed
Free from his fetters grim
A man who would woo a fair maid
When a wooer goes a-wooing
Comes the pretty young bride
Is life a boon? (earlier version).
