He sailed away

For a year and a day

Until he came ashore,

After some baccy

And a new lackey,

Then thought 'Oh what a bore'

'I left my cherie,

The one called Terri,

Back on the shores of France.

Now what can I say

After a year and a day?

"Sorry darling, I forgot my lance"'?

'I shall ride back

To the one that I lack.

For that I will need a horse...

Then I will say;

"Just give me my way,

But remember... Do Not Force!"'

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