Lord Dannet the Cuckold

Lord Dannet the Cuckold
 
A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year.
Lord Dannet’s wife came into church, the seven for to hear.
 
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Robbie Waters, walking in the crowd.
 
“Come home with me, little Robbie Waters, come home with me tonight.
Come home with me, little Robbie Waters, and sleep with me till light.”
 
“Oh, I can’t come home, I won’t come home and sleep with you tonight,
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Dannet’s wife.”
 
“What if I am Lord Dannet’s wife? Lord Dannet’s not at home.
For he is out in the far pigfields, bringing the hoggies home.”
 
And little Adan who was standing by and hearing what was said,
He swore not again, Sire would know before the sun would set.
 
And in his hurry to carry the news, he pinched his breast and ran,
And when he came to the broad mill stream, he took off his shoes and swam.
 
Little Robbie Waters, he lay down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke, Lord Dannet he was standing at his feet.
 
Saying “How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?”
 
“Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets.
But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep.”
 
“Well, get up, get up,” Lord Dannet cried, “get up as quick as you can!
It’ll never be said in Westeros that I slew a naked man.”
 
“Oh, I can’t get up, I won’t get up, I can’t get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I just a pocket-knife.”
 
“Well it’s true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse.
And I will keep the both of them and you will have the worse.”
 
“And you will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man.
You will feel the very next blow, and I’ll kill you if I can.”
 
So Robbie took his pocketknife, and he hurt Lord Dannet sore.
Lord Dannet struck the very next blow, and Robbie struck no more.
 
And then Lord Dannet he took his wife and he sat her on his knee,
Saying, “Who do you like the best of us, Robbie Waters or me?”
 
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free.
“I’d rather a kiss from dead Robbie’s lips than you and your finery.”
 
Lord Dannet he jumped up and loudly he did bawl,
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall.
 
“A grave, a grave!’’ Lord Dannet cried, “to put these lovers in.
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin.”
 
 

Lord Dannet the Cuckold

The Lords of Winter Balthazar