by Daniel Kelly 2023
Am C G Am Oh why do you come to my chamber so late? C G Am You pretty Argonian maid? Am G c Am The mistress she asked if the linen was straight, Am G Am Said the lusty Argonian Maid. She lifted her tail as she smoothed down the bed, That pretty Argonian maid, Lord Colto gave way to the thoughts in his head, Of that lusty Argonian Maid. Oh would you please tarry and polish my spear? He said to the pretty young maid, Your spear is too rough for my soft hands I fear, Said the lusty Argonian Maid, With a teaspoon of oil, we’ll make the rough smooth, He said to the Argonian Maid, So she stroked her soft hands over every groove, In that spear, the Argonian Maid, Before your depart, would you see to my dough, You pretty Argonian maid, With a kneed of your hands, I’m sure it will grow, You lusty Argonian maid, She worked at the dough, in her soft hands it rose, That Argonian flower of a maid, When Crantius reached out to untie the clothes, Of the lusty Argonian Maid, She squealed as she drove the smooth spear through his heart, That pretty Argonian maid, She squealed as she drove the smooth spear through his heart, That pretty Argonian maid, So gentles and lords beware of your hands, Around pretty Argonian Maids, Or you’ll find there is only so much they will stand, Those lusty Argonian maids.