The jester made a gesture

To the queen of Aberdeen

A soulful crave

The willing knave 

His passion could be seen

DeLilah Grace McGahee

She wears the wounds of war

Her heart she gave

A love to save

And offers up no more

Said the jester to DeLilah 

I can see your eyes are blue

A smile she gave

Unto the knave

These blues can see through you

DeLilah then I cannot lie

Nor can I spare you gloom

For mine have seen

What lies between

The shadows and the doom

Said DeLilah to the jester

I can see your pain

Came what would be

All that could be

Came a life of toil in vain

Said the jester in return

Just keep it for yourself

Not I who swore

To love no more

Her heart upon a shelf

Not I who bore the scars of war

And reigns on Aberdeen

But my DeLilah 

Grace McGahee

Raving blue eyed queen