Some time ago, there came to be, a gorgeous dame, just twenty-three

Beauty she was, in entirety, with eyes so blue, as deepest sea

Kind and gentle, she cared for all, the rich, the poor, the short, the tall

A heart of gold, her charm enthralled, she loved the big, adored the small

But something was hiding, behind her bright smile, a thing she that she longed for, a love to beguile

She watched all around her, all of the while, dreamed of her own day, to walk down the aisle

Despite her perfection, the kindest of soul, her father was evil, forbidding that stroll

His eyes never left her, he took a hard toll, his heart was pure hatred, and blacker than coal

He feared all the others, and made the decree, no one shall wed her; she’ll stay here with me

He assumed that all men, they all thought like he; and viewed other women, as their property

A day fine’ly came, and much to her joy, a kind man arrived, a respectable boy

But sadly the dad, became quite annoyed, the kind man he shunned, the girl’s dream destroyed

Fearing him not, the man formed a plan, to save this fine lady, to win her fine hand,

To free the fair maiden, from father and land, to give her a life, where she’s in command

So off the ‘gent went, partook in this quest, to find the solution, he puffed out his chest

He saddled his horse, he put on his vest, in love he believed, in armor he dressed

He rode through the night, through thick and through thin, the hot and the cold, still air, and the wind

He fought many battles, when chances were slim, passion would guide him, love always would win

At last the day came, to fight for the girl, and meet eye to eye, the father, this Earl

And as their blades clashed, the swish and the swirl, the maiden came out, her hand clasped a pearl

She shouted to them, “Please, just get along!”, and “Why”, to the father, “What is so wrong?”

“Why say you hate him, he doesn’t belong? Why can’t you see how our love is so strong?”

And as the girl cried, she fell to her knees, she begged for her father, to put doubt at ease

To let his grip go, to fine’ly appease, she begged it be so, with passion, and “please”

As the damsel distressed, the dad heard her cry, he turned and he faced her, a tear in his eye

“My dear I’m so sorry, for all of this time, I’ve missed your poor mother, I’ve needed respite”

Hearing these words, the kind man dropped his sword, he hugged the poor father, whose words had struck chord

“Forgive me”, Dad said, “I’ve been a bad ward, your life is your own, to live and go ‘ford”

And so on that day, the girl fine’ly found, the love that she’d dreamed of, her chains were unbound

All men can change, when truth is abound, remember this story, when tough times come around