She spotted a cask
That was filled with vile ale;
What could she put in it
To make Grunt turn pale?
Feigning servility,
With a coy little smile,
Molly filled up a goblet
With the liquor most vile
And they toasted themselves
By the chime of the bell;
Grunt fell fast to his knees,
Called for help where he knell.
Quick as a flash
Moll' drew her blade
But she'd over esteemed
The poison she'd made
For it started to rise
And it started to bubble;
Noxious gas was emitted
and Moll' was in trouble.
Trapped in the tower
With the fumes rising fast,
Guards pounding the door,
Would Sir Oak come at last?
She ran to the window
In a desperate bid
To save her beautiful self
No matter where she hid
Solid steel bars
Met Moll's frantic eye,
But while gasping for air
Sir Oak she did spy
Oak came fast t'ward Grunt's lair
With a gallantly air
But a man by the door
Started stopping him there.
Oak had the best sword
That drake's gold could buy
And a shield and strong armour
And a fearsome battle cry
Oak barged past the sly watchman
And waved his sword round
And all who tried to stop him
Hid, or fell on the ground.
(Which was rather convenient
'Cause Oak's eyes were tight shut,
He'd not opened them since
He'd aimed the first cut)
He walked up the filth-staircase
And he came to a Way,
But he found there was someone who
Guards for Grunt's pay.
A giant or troll
Would be proud of such girth
And the stench of this guard
Was no cause for mirth
The guard had the biceps
Of a weight-lifting Czech
And the name, on her nametag
Was Black-hearted Beck.
But let you not forget
Beck was no longer paid;
But since Oak did not know this
Beck could not be swayed.
She came at him swinging,
With a gut wrenching roar,
Sir Oak leapt to avoid her
And fell on the floor
And it seemed pretty clear
Oak was going to lose
When, right out of the blue
There came Sir de la Cruz.
Sir de la Cruz
Was a famous hero type
On loan from another legend,
Always ready for a fight
He was tall, he was spindly,
He had but one eye,
But his courage made up for
Any de-fic-ien-cye.
