Her face is fair,
She has flowing, flaming auburn hair,
She has a form that's awesome rare -
She's the sweet Princess Elaine.

She loves Sir Lancelot,
He's the shining knight of Camelot,
But, alas, his eyes they rove a lot,
He's not into sweet Elaine.

But, instead, he's in love with the Queen,
Though he wed the lovely Elaine.
It's Guinevere he'll take in the ee'n,
For festival of Beltane.

Each night she stays,
In her room while he's away,
Tends Galahad and Nimue,
How they pity sweet Elaine.

'Tis a pity she doesn't have the "sight",
Like Morgaine who has the power,
Then she'd track down her errant knight,
And keep him in line hour on hour.

She will have her way,
She's gonna tell him off today,
Join the Lady in the Lake, I pray,
No more lily maid Elaine!