See her weaving at her loom
See her wield the Spoon of Doom
She'll catch in the stiches that she'll sew
As you smell the baking by the fire glow
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Med-aev-al Wo-man!
Med-aev-al Wo-man!
Med-aev-al Wo-man!
Med-aev-al Wo-man!
Bewitching looks in her best garb
Have got you hooked, behind the barb
She's got a humour that will never bore
And a laugh that's sweeter than a s'more
Medieval Woman in the SCA
"Foailtigearna" is hard to say
Hah hah you can laugh because my tongue is tied
I Got it wrong, but at least I tried
I've seen your laurel in her brand new frock
If it were invented she could stop a clock
And dear lady, the garb was just the start
Can careful stiches mend my heart?