So beautiful, so coy this lady
so charming, so cunning this Henry
Together this two made merry
so alike this two like seeds of a berry
Her heart was glad, pierced by the arrow of cupid
in his, a game, something stupid
into an inn and some drinks will do
even if she had a few
By sunrise he was gone
so fast, so slow he had stung
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