Ring my silver little bells
Loudly play my magic lute
Come on listen,what I'll tell.
Thus, I begin my tale.
Strange as it may appear
What I tell is mere truth
For all those tastes differ
Don't like it, don't hear.
Once upon a time there lived
King, who was a true madcap
He would often be so clowned
All the neighbours almost split
Their spides with laughter.
And about his daughter rumoured
That she was a trifle ugly.
Slightly lame, slightly squinf-eyed
But, of course, had heap of money.
Heigh, friend! Pour out the wine!
Somehow throat is parched.
Heigh, innkeeper! Don't be mean!
I know what means much!
Naturally, my mug is empty,
Now it leaves only sigh.
Hear your laughter, see your smiles
There's reward of mine
Yeah! With the bride, like that, even if with tidy
dowry
Tell the truth, had met a few reckless lads, inclined
to marry.
If the own courtiers had hid one other another,
So what to tell about all those overseas admirers.
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