Merry England. Poem by Graham Jones

In days of old when knights were bold
And passions ran like fire
Maidens fair would brush their hair
And kneel before their squire

The peasants in the fields would toil
From dawn untill the light did fail
While castles cast their shadows long
And knights would don the mail

The courtyards rang with steel on steel
As they fought to prove their worth
The minstrels sang with tales of woe
And jesters danced with mirth

The dogs would roam the banquet hall
To scavenge from the floor
A picture of merry England
From a tapestry on the wall.