Escape The Pina Colada Song(Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by Rupert Holmes

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Ye Olde Lyrics:

I grew weary of my lady,
For many moons, we were as one,
Like an olden ballad oft played,
Of a tune much sung and done.

Whilst she lay there, slumbering,
I perused the scroll in bed,
And within the personal scripts,
A missive there I read:

"If thou art fond of sweet piña drinks,
And finding oneself in rain's embrace,
If thou art not for stretching arts,
And possesseth a mind of grace,

If thou favorest love at witching hour,
Upon dunes near the cape's bend,
Then I am the heart thou seekest,
Write, and our souls may mend."

Of my lady, I gave little thought,
Heartless, it may seem to be,
But my lady and I, of old,
Had become but a dull decree.

To the scroll, I did inscribe,
A personal note from me,
Though I claim not bard's title,
'Twas decent, thou wouldst agree:

"Aye, I favor piña drinks,
And revel in rain's sweet game,
Not much for wholesome fare,
But champagne calls my name.

By morrow's sun at its peak,
Break the bindings that us keep,
At a tavern, O'Malley's by name,
Plans of flight, we shall steep."

With hopeful heart, I tarried,
And she entered the hall,
Her visage known in a trice,
The fair curve of her face did call.

'Twas my own cherished lady,
And she spoke, "Ah, 'tis thee,"
A shared jest for but a moment,
And I confessed, "I did not see,

That thou lik'st the piña drinks,
And art fond of the rain's dance,
And the touch of the vast sea,
And sipping the finest of France.

If thou lov'st the midnight's passion,
Upon the cape's sandy trace,
Thou art the lady I sought,
Journey with me from this place."

"If thou art fond of piña drinks,
And enjoyest the gentle rain's song,
If not for the art of stretch,
And wit to thee belong,

If midnight's passion is thy call,
On dunes where the waters play,
I am the heart thou seeketh,
Write, and let's fly away.

Indeed, I love piña drinks,
And the soft caress of the rain,
Not much for the greenest foods,
But the bubbly, I shan't disdain.

We must meet on the morrow,
Cutting ties that bind so deep,
In yon tavern, O'Malley's by name,
Our fates entwined, we'll keep.