[Verse] All court conversation To my observation Is naughty And woefully pert With joy unabating The ladies-in-waiting Are waiting To dish thee the dirt Such talk never charms me In sooth, it alarms me When told by a hoyden or a valet Mere greetings and glances Rouse talk of romances Each kiss is a study in scarlet Oh dear, when there's scandal about the court I blush! Oh dear, at the naughtiness they report I blush! Things they say sound very queer to me What they mean is never clear to me But it can't be very nice The way they hush; I blush! Such sights are not fit for a maiden's view I blush! Oh, dear, I know just what I ought to do I blush! But you see I can't condemn a tale If its end I do not know Oh dear, I blush! But I love it so! Oh dear, but the Queen carries on a bit I blush! Oh, dear, though I breathe not a word of it I blush! Launcelot loveth her beauty well As a knight, he doth his duty well On the throne, they get so very warm They burn the plush I blush! Arthur is a rather unwary King I blush! The Queen made Launcelot honorary King I blush! To be sure It's none of my concern If he kissed her once or twice Oh dear, I blush! But it's rather nice! Tristan told his heart to Isolde in song I blush! Oh dear, but the song was six hours long I blush! What they did was wrong beyond a doubt If it took so long to sing about And the thought can make my lily Cheek to flush I blush! Oh dear, how they yodeled of love and death I blush! They died not from love but from lack of breath I blush! That it was A proper way to die It is, silly to pretend I blush, but oh dear What a lovely end!