My poet my brother the wicked child Who wrote his verse to tame the wild His song was terrifying true 'cause all that love had gone The ink that sweats beneath his eyes spoke of pain where comfort lies And I watched him pen a perfect sonnet even as he cried Oh, merciful love of mine Would you be so kind? It should not hurt but if it does to leave this wretch behind After the winter returned her linen gown She asked "My lord, why am I plain?" With no fair smile and by my sword unsatisfied was slain The crowning nymph that she would have all bloody and bare with violet hair It was enough to convince Maybell that she was but a maid Oh, beautiful friend of mine Would you be so kind? It should not hurt but if it does To leave this wretch behind you Oh, yeah Oh, no Oh, yeah It's all, it's all, it's all I could afford