Three young men on a sinking boat

Trying to cross the castle moat

To reach a damsel in distress

That all three men hope to impress.

As the walls they start to scale

The cold and wet they do bewail

Cuts and bruises on their flesh

As across the castle they do thresh.

Cut and thrust, they fight their way

As if in a grand ballet

At last they reach her guarded door

The guard asleep upon the floor.

They enter in her chamber bare

To find that there is no one there

As they leave upon the door

They spy a note they’d missed before.

Gentlemen you took so long

And though I fear I’ve done you wrong

I gave in to my captor’s song

And into love I fell headlong.

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