Fearne's Lament (A Critical Role Inspired Folk Song)

Would you believe that your necklace got caught in my hair But to think it were stolen love, I wouldn't dare To imply that it's something I'd like to borrow Although Since you're not using it surely it would be alright Let's be honest no harm in it gone for the night Or a day or a week or a month or a year Oh dear Look at me rambling you must think I'm insincere Well that's rude of you frankly since I'm such a dear I'm embarrassed there's nothing you'd say I'd forgive A gift, oh Thank you so much oh how generous you are too kind What a selfless spontaneous unplanned design I will cherish this always no merchant could touch How much? Listen this heirloom is priceless how dare we discuss That no less than a fortune would cure my disgust That you'd even insinuate I'll do the trade An get paid Would you believe that your necklace was stolen by thieves I was sleeping so soundly I ne'er heard a peep I was lucky they spared me 'cause I could've died No lie There was a fire the smoke billowed two stories high I escaped with my life but your necklace I tried To go back but by then all the flames were too much Don't you trust me Where did this happen? A desolate village nearby I'll show you on the map - goodness look at the time Can't be late for my something well I've got to go You know Would you perhaps have a horse and a carriage to spare I've a long road ahead and not one thing to wear My provisions are low and I cannot be late How quaint Not my first choices but I suppose they'll have to do I'll return them unharmed in a fortnight or two You're my savior, your praises I'll sell far and wide Now goodbye