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A pweasant, yet incompwete wove song. It was bratantwy stowen fwom A Song of Ice and Fiwe. Can often be pawodied on the spot, wepwacing the Maiden lith a howse, a pwant, ow an aawdvawk.
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A pleasant, yet incomplete love song. It was blatantly stolen from A Song of Ice and Fire. Can often be parodied on the spot, replacing the Maiden with a horse, a plant, or an aardvark.
  
  
My feathewbed is deep and soft,
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My featherbed is deep and soft,
  
and thewe I’ww way you down,
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and there I’ll lay you down,
  
I’ww dwess you aww in yewwow siwk,
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I’ll dress you all in yellow silk,
  
and on youl head a cwown.
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and on your head a crown.
  
Fow you shaww be my wady wove,
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For you shall be my lady love,
  
and I shaww be youl wowd
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and I shall be your lord
  
I’ww awways keep you wawm and safe,
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I’ll always keep you warm and safe,
  
and guawd you lith my swowd.
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and guard you with my sword.
  
And how she smiwed, and how she waughed,
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And how she smiled, and how she laughed,
  
the maiden of the twee.
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the maiden of the tree.
  
 
She spun away and said to him,
 
She spun away and said to him,
  
no feathew bed fow me.
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no feather bed for me.
  
I’ww weaw a gown of gowden weaves,
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I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,
  
and bind my haiw lith gwass
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and bind my hair with grass
  
But you can be my fowest wove
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But you can be my forest love
  
and me youl fowest wass
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and me your forest lass
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]

Latest revision as of 01:38, 2 April 2020

A pleasant, yet incomplete love song. It was blatantly stolen from A Song of Ice and Fire. Can often be parodied on the spot, replacing the Maiden with a horse, a plant, or an aardvark.


My featherbed is deep and soft,

and there I’ll lay you down,

I’ll dress you all in yellow silk,

and on your head a crown.

For you shall be my lady love,

and I shall be your lord

I’ll always keep you warm and safe,

and guard you with my sword.

And how she smiled, and how she laughed,

the maiden of the tree.

She spun away and said to him,

no feather bed for me.

I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves,

and bind my hair with grass

But you can be my forest love

and me your forest lass