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 devote I am
You must admit I've always been a lamb.
But Genevieve, Saint Geneiveve,
I won't obey you any more.
You've gone a bit too far.
I wont be bid and bargained for
Like beads in a bazaar.
Saint Geneiveve 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 st'll,
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?

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