The Simple Joys Of Maidenhood

Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
it's Guenevere, remember me?
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
I'm over here, beneath this tree
You know how faithful and devout I am
You must admit I've always been a lamb.

But Genevieve, Saint Genevieve, I won't obey you anymore
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for like beads in a bazaar
Saint Genevieve, I've run away, eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray to someone else instead!

Oh Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve
shan't I be young before I'm old?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring, daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
He leaps to death in woe for me?
Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys?

Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
And let their blood be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?

Shall I not be on a pedestal
Worshipped and competed for?
Not be carried off, or better still
Cause a little war?

Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Are those sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh where are the trivial joys, harmless, convivial joys?
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?