作词 : Katharine Neil
 作曲 : Andrea Boccadoro
Lancelot Moore is of a great house
Much does depend on his choice of spouse
He must be wed to concentrate wealth
No matter the cost to love and to health
Here comes a son of noble birth
Know you how much his father is worth?
For such a boy advantage is bought
Entitled to much, deserving of naught
Lancelot Moore! Love be his passion
Lacking in mind but fulsome in fashion
Though unwise trysts do cause him much hurt
He yet persists in chasing of skirt
Lancelot Moore! Of noble Moore blood
Much of it lately spilled in the mud
Had some different choices been made
Might Lancelot have been spared from the blade?
Lancelot Moore, oft struck by the muse
For his sonnets foul there be no excuse
Many do wish to strike him as well
And for his verse they damn him to hell
Lancelot Moore is doubtless a fool
Yet men of his class are destined to rule
They tell us 'tis but the order of things
As is the divine right of kings.