Doringen

She waited on

The days were stark

She tried the trick

Of praying hard

But tricks don’t work

Gods play it tough

This is romance

No loss - no love

The lonely knight

Somewhere in Wales

Kisses his dear

Doringen’s face

The trial of love

Was part of the rite

I shall dote no more

Beyond your sight”

Doringen, Doringen

Your man’s miles away

Left you with prayers

Mournful to say

The lonely knight

Somewhere in Wales

Kisses his dear

Doringen's face

The trial of love

Was part of the rite

I shall dote no more

Beyond your sight

She will not wait

Done by a villin

Thrice in the woods

Craves it again

She asks: who cares

for chilvary?

Is not dreaming

Grossly unreal?

Doringen, Doringen

Your man's miles away

Looks for adventures

A most knightly way

Doringen, Doringen

The fool miles away

Sold you to devils

Call it your day

Doringen, Doringen

The fool miles away

Sold you to devils

Call it your day