Tray Of Delights...
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- medieval
- sound poetry
- medieval lyric poetry
- female fronted
About
Court style, medieval feast, with a feisty Queen...No pickles!
Lyrics
Don't give her no pickles
Shriveled and grey
Find out what she likes
Or she'll toss the tray
Chorus
Don't give her no pickles
Shriveled and grey
Find out what she likes
Or she'll toss the tray
Post-Chorus
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Verse 2
Crust of fresh honey, soft as the rain
Lemon or cherry, wild sugar cane
She laughs at the feast in the long summer hall
Silk of her ribbon, she beckons them all
Pre-Chorus
A lilt of her voice in the night spinning round
The ribbons and carols all swirling the town
Chorus
Don't give her no pickles
Shriveled and grey
Find out what she likes
Or she'll toss the tray
Post-Chorus
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Verse 3
Sugared lilac and apple so red
Goblins and maidens sit close as she’s fed
Grace in her fingers, a hush in the hall
She chooses her flavor, she grants them her call
Pre-Chorus
Under the garland the old table bends
Yet none bring the jar that her favor offends
Chorus
Don't give her no pickles
Shriveled and grey
Find out what she likes
Or she'll toss the tray
Post-Chorus
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Bridge
Low in the pantry, the secrets abound
A glimmer of laughter, the treasures are found
Beakers of nectar and cakes in a row
None shall deliver what’s wrinkled and low
Pre-Chorus
Spindle and garland, the feast is arrayed
All with their offerings, brightly displayed
Chorus
Don't give her no pickles
Shriveled and grey
Find out what she likes
Or she'll toss the tray
Post-Chorus
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Outro
Golden the morning, crumbs on the floor
She hums by the window, she asks them for more
A dish wrapped in violet, a smile to repay
But she turns from the pickles, still bright as the May
Post-Chorus
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
Hey la hey la
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