Volume 1 — MY DEAREST IS A LADY
Reading edition
BY MIRIAM S. CLARK

My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue, She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through; The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews, She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.
My dearest is a lady—and oh, I love her well! Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell; For I’m the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear, And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.