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Author: 
Qwerty
Librarian Comment: 

These are leftovers from Daggerfall's never implemented poetry generator feature.

Fowls in the wood
I would if I could
O, that would be good
Let us do as we should
Would you, would you, would?
Does your sword so drip with blood?
Like a babe in the wood
I saw thee in my neighborhood
Knock, knock, knock on wood
Love, why cannot I be good?
The stem, petals, and bud

Just one face in the crowd
I pick thee out of the crowd
Sing it now, sing it loud!
Why must thou cry out loud?
My love, my love, be not proud
My love, I fear, is very proud
Lay upon my grave a shroud
The clouds look like a gray shroud
Praps I am somewhat over-endowed

He remembered her from his boyhood
Such innocence is left in childhood
My love, that is but a falsehood
Eat, love, of ivy and monkshood
Much more my love hath withstood
Your words to me are wormwood
Far more than that I understood
Am I now better understood?
Why must I be misunderstood?
Perhaps, dear, I misunderstood

When the green leaves were a-falling
My love will come a-calling
That is what I find most galling
Upon its knees, it comes a-crawling
The house with tenements a-sprawling
Conditions that I find appalling
You I always find enthralling
Then from the clouds am I ever falling
With tongue a-wagging and a-lolling

With a down, derry, derry, down, down
She wore a lovely, lovely gown
Nothing more than Jephre's clown
Her eyes were blue, her cheek so brown
Diamonds sparkled in his crown
Down in the sea we all drown
Smile, my love! Don't you frown!
Across bonny dell, across bonny town
Fly, fly away, and do never look down

O where have you been?
The knives edge is keen
Let me sharpen my skean
Ah, to me don't be mean
Thy black heart be clean
I'm thy king, be my queen
Spring, spring, so lovely green
What a remarkable scene!
O, she likes to be seen
I'm the knight to thy queen
I'll be Johnny, you be Jean
To your Johnny, I'll be Jean

He was a brave gallant
They all rave and rant
So sure, so calm and confidant
Be not, my friend, a sycophant!
Come, my love, lets gallivant!
An actor filled with his talent
They say thou art elegant
Love will grow like an ivy plant
No giant, but ever be an ant
Every nephew, niece, uncle, aunt

I'm sick, and very, very sick
Give the old dog a merry kick
The mother hen and her chick
Let me lick where bees doth lick
The rain doth make the road slick
Which shall I pick?
All of us, the dead and the quick
My house is built brick by brick
Is this all a merry trick?
My waist is a-growing thick
She a High Elf, He Nordic
Show me how you do that trick
Throw your arms around my neck
Cannot thou see what a merry wreck
So doth my blade go snacker snick

It was at Mid Year time
Up the tree, my dear, lets climb
Lizards crawling from the slime
Excuse my crude rude rhyme
To love is naught but a crime
White hands in blackest grime
To die, alas, in ones prime
Could it be more sublime?
Explain to me love's paradigm
Nature shows us pantomime
To touch the sky one more time
O Akatosh, give me more time

Bring water from the well
Ding, dong, dell
Over mountain, over dell
The fragrance I do smell
A mad wizard's spell
My love you do quell
A felon in his lonely cell
Fair love, love to sell
Upon the beach, I find a shell
My tale I try to tell
Where e'er my love doth dwell?
The tide it ebbs, the tide doth swell
Let me cry with a mighty yell
Against it, let us all rebel
My love doth this repel
But never would I thee compel
I bid thee then a fond farewell
Dong, Dong, Dell
Ding, Ding, Dell
Spring, Sprong, Sprell
I scream, I shout, I squeal, I yell
Like an angel, she fell
She lay like in a deathless spell
Stendarr, save me from this hell!
Like the Empress Kyntara in her cell
Farewell, to love, to life, farewell

The ways of love be foul
Upon the tree was a wise owl
Around her face she wore a cowl
The wolf at the far moon doth howl
At night, the daedra dark doth prowl
Into the wind, must I howl?
Arkay, grant me death here and now

It was a lover and his lass
They cluster in a murky mass
Forgive my song so bold and crass
She loved him not, alas, alas!
The gold the miser doth amass
A symbol bold on his cuirass
Drink spiced wine and hippocras
To thee, let me raise my glass
In a wildy mountain pass
Eyes as green as springtime grass
But, love, see thou the hourglass?

Blow, blow, thou winter breeze
A laborer finally at his ease
Milk doth rot to finest cheese
Her love she wished to please
Sweet juice from berry squeezed
My heart to love's hot fire freeze
Let this that blessed moment seize!
My love cajoles, my love doth tease
The Gods we are careful to appease
Sing me again love's sweet reprise
Alas, my heart has love's disease!
More tempting than Dibella's knees

O, where doth thou roam?
See Sentinel's stately pleasure dome?
The sea doth spray and foam
When will thou come home?
Work me hardier than a gnome
Mara wrote love's sacred tome
If you want, around the world roam
A house that is not a home

Then come and kiss me, twenty and sweet
There is nothing I can eat
Rat-rat-rat, the drums doth beat
If it's all a game, my love, let's cheat
Let me warm me with all thy heat
In the valley, hear the sheep sad bleat
O Notorgo, make my message fleet
Heart cold as Morning Star Skyrim sleet
Let us feast on wine and fruit and meat!
Arkay, cruel fate thee must mete
The twinkling stars, love, let us greet
Shall I see thee in a %cn street?
Thy hair, lush and brown, like Breton wheat
She is strong and he effete
The naughty night the dawn doth defeat
Elect me to the guards elite
My sweetest love, must I repeat?
Against such odds, dare we compete?
Don't ask me, love, to be discreet
From such a sight I can't retreat
Love me dear, she doth entreat
But lovers heart brim with deceit
Is not such science made obsolete?
I kiss you from your head to your feet

Merrily, merrily shall I live now
She shall curtsey and he shall bow
O'er the stream, lush flowerful bough
In the fields, the slave doth plough
Furrow not, my love, thy brow
The hog doth nuzzle with his sow
I am free, my love, art thou?
Swear not, my love, a sacred vow
Strange, I want to be with thou.

All follow this, and come to dust
Her face was fair and round her bust
No law against love can be just
If thou likes, thou may call it lust
I despair about doing what I must
The sword in the scabbard doth rust
There is no love where there is no trust
To the bright sky winged birds do thrust
Perhaps my song fills thee with disgust
To be strong, my love, thou must adjust
See thee that knight, strong and robust?
Fill me with a wanderlust

The while I think on thee, dear friend
The beginning comes closest
to the end The river is deepest at its widest bend
Neither borrow, love, nor lend!
Love of body and soul do blend
With pain, I feel my heart doth mend
The fool this ballad sour hath penned
Nights of bliss with thee I spend
To thee, all my cares I send
The past uncouth, the future unkenned
Your honor, know thee I will defend
This passion I feel should not offend
To Oblivion, my spirit doth
descend I fear, my love, thou doth condescend
The villian the knight shall apprehend
Love, can this thou comprehend?
On thy kind heart, I shall depend
O'er proud %cn, the stars suspend
My finest garments shall I rend

Lilies that fester smell worse than weed
I starve though from thy hand I feed
O Mara, thy cruel law I must heed
Follow, dear, the path I lead
From the blade of lust my soul doth bleed
To thee, fair Mara, thy mercy I plead
Eat good food and drink fine mead
Thou may find thou gets what thou need
Come water of Rains Hand, come with speed
Thou noblest specie, thou finest breed
Love is my religion, but sorrow my creed
Take me as thine, for love not for greed
Rain is aplenty in the month of First Seed
Strong like an ox, and swift as a steed
Your pride I swear I would never mislead
Foul laws of men doth true love impede
Your beauty and grace none can exceed

By Mara, I think my love rare
Flying like strong falcons high in the air
Like truth, I would see thy body bare
I kiss your lips and your neck so fair
Love makes us reckless, without care
Such boldness of passion do I dare
And how, my love, doth thou fare?
Sunshine in Mid Year shines your hair
He was her stallion, she his mare
Together, they walk down to the square
You never have seen a prettier pair!
O goddess Mara, acknowledge my prayer!
Bathed in sunlight, sunlight to wear
On moonlight and stars, lovers do swear
My love to thee I do sadly declare
To a spring dawn, I would not compare
My life is in agony, I am filled with despair
I remember that melancholy affair
My darling love, let the buyer beware

Reach with thy white hands out to me
Where jealousy walks, there sorrow be
I hold the locket, and thou hast the key
On thy bonny hair, I spy a flea
When thou seest love, do not flee
My goddess, O Mara, I do plea
What does it mean to be truly free?
Add one to us, love, and make three
Birds chatter love songs in their tree
But you, my love, are far across the sea
You give yourself and I give myself to thee
So it was stated by Mara's decree
No fool doth love ever guarantee
What a sight my eyes do see!
You drowned within the raging sea
I brought your soul inside of me

I got me flowers to strew thy way
Thy hair night-black, thy eyes bright as day
With a nonny, nonny, nonny, nonny, hey!
On a bough of flowers, my body lay
Like children, in gold fields we play
What price for love we fools do pay!
Like clouds fore the storm, I turn gray
My darling, beside me please stay!
My love like a strong branch ne'er will sway
Flowers you pluck to make your bouquet
The dancers begin their sad ballet
Now let us sport while we may
My love, thou art so far far away
A thousand wasted hours every day
Would thou simply throw me away?

Sweet day, so cool, so calm and bright
Shelter yourself from jealousy's bite
Peace, my love, I weary of the fight
Let us hold our love up to the light
Harvests come of plenty and blight
Pity not me my sorrowful plight!
Struggle we do with all our might
She was his lady and he her knight
Walketh thou in beauty like the night
Thou paineth me of jealous spite
I curse my eyes for their sight
I spy in the field a horse so white
Come my love, come at twilight
Of thee, dear, I do delight
I am in the room without a light
I would give anything to hold you tight
I would love to take you home tonight
Take me in your arms this very night

Thus sang the uncouth swain
Thy love is like a sweet, sweet bane
If this be love, I cannot feign
Bring me the knife that I be slain
Why must love bring so much pain?
In my heart a tyrant doth reign
Thou left me standing in the rain
How, my love, can thou be vain?
The fickle moon doth wax and wane
My heart is broke again in twain
Forces occult, daedric, arcane
With words, I to you enchain
You look to me with true disdain
How can I pray hope regain?
Perhaps, my love, I should explain
How do lovers from love abstain?
Thou came to me like a hurricane
I can see through thy legerdemain
I am plagued with thoughts inane
I only hope I might entertain
'Twere lovers and madmen e'er sane?