Vile Old Swine
by Lady Annys Bradwardyn
Filk of You Are My Sunshine

The other day Lord, as you lay bleeding
I thought you’d die there in my arms
So you’d feel better I said I loved you
Now I hang my head because I lied

I’ll never be thine, you vile old swine
I thank the lord when you’re away
How many times must I say I hate you?
I wouldn’t be your lover if you paid

I’ll always loath you, make you unhappy
Your infatuation is insane
I wish you’d leave me and love another
But your unrequited lust holds you in sway

I’ll never be thine, you vile old swine
I thank the lord when you’re away
How many times must I say I hate you?
I wouldn’t be your lover if you paid

I’ve always told you, Sire, please don’t love me
You are repugnant and obscene
And then you went and got your self injured
So I faked it so you wouldn’t make a scene

I’ll never be thine, you vile old swine
I thank the lord when you’re away
How many times must I say I hate you?
I wouldn’t be your lover if you paid