Lady

Lady, lady, lady Who waits upon your hip? Lady, lady, lady What ancient wall is this? That echoes salt and crystal I must mend the holy So wash my waist with spoken oil And faith Lady, lady, lady Who waits upon your feet? Lady, lady, lady What peril heard of this? That equals hiss and softer thighs And damned county That wends into your darling eye And pressed Oh lady, lady, lady I couldn't confess Fine lady, lady, ladies Could not comparest We plucked the roots And found it there Beneath the tresses Now come again And say we meant it Oh lady, lady, lady What darkened hour is this? Lady, lady, lady I've wandererdest It brings me to my troubled site In forest thickest We wrote it in the little lines