In days of old
When men were bold
And never wore clean undies,
There came a name,
So high in fame,
A knight that rose early on Mondays.
Now, this knight,
With armour so white,
And a tash that tickled his chest,
Came in vain
To save the day
Of a girl by the name of Young Bess.
She was afeared,
It has to be clear,
Of a Dragon called Big Black Bob,
Who breathed a fire
That would melt barbed wire,
Whose bad breath
Made the very air throb.
In came Gerwain,
For that was his name,
His weapon in his hand,
And held it high
Up to the eye
Of Big Black Bob the Dragon.
Big Black Bob,
With moistened eyes,
Let go a fountain tear;
And brave Gerwain
Saw his pain
And said ‘What have we here?’
Black Bob sighed
And started to cry,
His story he began;
‘Forgive me knight,
It’s a simple plight,
I’m in love with yonder gal.
But seeing me
Oh, how she screamed!
And called me ugly.
Now I’m alone,
A shell for a home,
I may as well cease to be.’
The knight looked sad,
It was too bad
To love and be unloved.
So he lay his sword
Upon the floor
And prayed to the Lord above.
‘Oh, help this beast,
A beautiful beast,
If ever one I saw.
What he sees,
What he feels,
Is the greatest of your laws.’
And with this prayer,
The mighty slayer
Saw the dragon change,
Into a knight,
So purely white,
So young and tender age.
She saw his face
And tender grace,
Undying love she swore.
Her love he gained
And in love remained
For a hundred years or more.
So the story ends
It’s true my friends,
As story true can be.
And if you pray
At dawn each day
Black Bob you’re sure to see.