The Simple Joys of Maidenhood

Saint Geneiveve Saint Geneiveve, It's Guinivere remember me? Saint Geneiveve Saint Geneiveve, I'm over here, beneath this tree You know how faithful and devote i am You must admit i have always been a lamb But Geneiveive Saint Geneiveve, I wont obey you any more You've gone a bit too far I wont be bid and bargained for Like beads in a bazarre Saint Geneiveve I've run away Eluded them and fled And from now on i intend to pray on some one else instead Oh, Geneiveve Saint Geneiveve, Where were you when my youth was sold? Dear Geneivev, Sweet Geneiveve Shant i be young before I'm old? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Where are all those adoring daring boys? Where's the knight pining so for me he leaps to death in woe for me? Oh where are a maiden's simple joys? Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should? Shall I never be rescued in the wood? Shall two knights never tilt for me and let their blood be spilt for me? Oh where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Shall I not be on a pedestal, Worshipped and competed for? Not be carried off, or better st'll, Cause a little war? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood? Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good? Shall a feud not begin for me? Shall kith not kill their kin for me? Oh where are the trivial joys? Harmless, convivial joys? Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?