Garther ye rounde, young lads and lasses. For tonight ye shall heare a tale of a knight so brave and dashing, and a maiden so faire and trewe that it doth cause angels and dragons to weep!

Tra la la!
Brave Sir Jaye!
Tra la la!
To win the day!
Fa la la!
A maiden’s hand!
Fa la la!
Fairest in the land!
Tra la la, fa la!

Sir Jaye doth awakened one dark eve, and he discovered his most faire maid had disappeared!

Tra la, fa la!

Brandishing his weapon in case of dragons, he wandered down yonder cursed hall!

Tra, la la! Fa la!

He doth saw a mysticale light coming from the Faire Court of Jay’s Kitchene!

Fa la laaaa!

There he found his faire maiden, bathed in mysticale light! But lo, the light doth emanated from the Ivorye Cheste!

In faire maiden’s hand!
Tra la la!
The greatest prize in the land!
Fa la la!
For his lass had found when she doth awakened!
Fa la la!
The most magicale prize of all, the bacon!
Tra la la, fa la!