All court conversation
   To my observation
   Is naughty
   And woefully pert;
   With joy unabating
   The ladies-in-waiting
   Are waiting
   To dish thee the dirt;
   Such talk never charms me,
   In sooth, it alarms me
   When told by a hoyden or a valet.
   Mere greetings and glances
   Rouse talk of romances;
   Each kiss is a study in scarlet.
  
   Oh dear, when there's scandal about the court,
   I blush!
   Oh dear, at the naughtiness they report,
   I blush!
   Things they say sound very queer to me,
   What they mean is never clear to me,
   But it can't be very nice
   The way they hush;
   I blush!
   Such sights are not fit for a maiden's view.
   I blush!
   Oh, dear, I know just what I ought to do,
   I blush!
   But you see,
   I can't condemn a tale
   If its end I do not know.
   Oh dear, I blush!
   But I love it so!
  
   Oh dear, but the Queen carries on a bit;
   I blush!
   Oh, dear, though I breathe not a word of it,
   I blush!
   Launcelot loveth her beauty well;
   As a knight, he doth his duty well;
   On the throne, they get so very warm,
   They burn the plush.
   I blush!
   Arthur is a rather unwary King;
   I blush!
   The Queen made Launcelot honorary King;
   I blush!
   To be sure,
   It's none of my concern
   If he kissed her once or twice.
   Oh dear, I blush!
   But it's rather nice!
  
   Tristan told his heart to Isolde in song;
   I blush!
   Oh dear, but the song was six hours long;
   I blush!
   What they did was wrong beyond a doubt
   If it took so long to sing about;
   And the thought can make my lily
   Cheek to flush.
   I blush!
   Oh dear, how they yodeled of love and death;
   I blush!
   They died not from love but from lack of breath;
   I blush!
   That it was
   A proper way to die
   It is, silly to pretend.
   I blush, but oh dear,
   What a lovely end!