The Baker

As I went awalking across distant land,
I spied a fair maiden asleep on the sand,
She awaited a baker away from the shore
who would come back and find her and leave her no more.

She had courted her baker one morning in June,
But he had made plans for to sail the next moon
She courted him dearly by night and by day
but it wasn't two weeks before he sailed away.

He was the finest of bakers you ever would meet
he would stand by the oven and bake up a treat
he was rugged and handsome with flour on his cheeks
But he'd left his dear sweetheart for a number of weeks

He was travelling to Europe across the great sea
To search across homes for a great recipe
A cake so delicious it would cause much delight
But in France he was caught in a terrible fight

He had taken a recipe from a great King
A cake so amazing it could make people sing
But the king wasn't happy with the payment recieved
and he exiled the baker now branded a theif

And on his way back to England the Baker he found
Himself and the crew he soon managed to drown
he had burnt the ships kitchen baking sweet macaroons
And the ship she sank down beneath the pale moon


He was the finest of bakers you ever would meet
he would stand by the oven and bake up a treat
he was rugged and handsome with flour on his cheeks
But he'd left his dear sweetheart for a number of weeks.

12/08/13
Roisin Callaghan