O I am a lovely princess, I’m as pretty as I can,
And I’m rich, but I’m not happy, for I live without a man.
It is not for lack of courters, or of wits that I’m alone,
But I only want the purest fairest man to call my own.
O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.
So I went to see a sorcerer, and I told him of my need.
We made up a plan together, and a cunning plan indeed,
and I hired a band of hunters that would scare the hounds of hell,
And I went into the valley where the unicorn would dwell.
O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.
I pretended to be sleeping, waiting for the unicorn.
When he found I was a virgin, he came to bless me with his horn.
And he fell asleep beside me, and I knew I’d be his wife,
and I waited silent, patient, for my hunters to arrive.
O mine is the fairest flower, the lily of the vale:
If you’re questing for a husband, come listen to my tale.… Weiterlesen
