Prince Lir's song from _The Last Unicorn_ by Peter S. Beagle fits the tune too. Here are the words from memory: When I was a young man, and very well thought of, I never asked aught that the ladies denied. I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins, And I never spoke love but I knew that I lied. And I said to myself, "Oh, how little they know me, There's part of me pure as the whisk of a wave. I'll wait for the lady who'll see through my seeming, And I'll know when I love by the way I behave." The years drifted o'er me like stars in the heavens, The ladies went by me like snow on the wind. I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled, And I sinned and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned. And I said to myself, "Oh, how little they guess at The secret I shelter and savor and save. My lady is late, but she'll find I've been faithful, And I'll know when I love by the way I behave." At last came a lady, both knowing and tender, Who said, "You're not all that they take you to be." I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking, And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea. And I say to myself, when there's time for a word, As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved, "Oh, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved." This used to be popular in the Society for Creative Anachronism. Amy Varin varin@vnet.ibm.com