Avon's Lament

This is especially for Avon fans of a romantic disposition; everyone else is free to throw up.

This song takes place after Avon and Vila have partaken of several corpse revivers.

After "I have a song to sing, O! (he sighed for the love of a lady)" from Yeomen of the Guard by Gilbert and Sullivan

Avon:

I have a song to sing, O!

Vila:

Sing me your song, O!

Avon:

How fond mem'ries crowd in!
Back on Earth I'll begin
Where first I encountered my darling
Within days all my heart she did control
But er'e long, our happiness malign Fate stole
And left an embittered and anguished soul
Who mourns o'er the loss of his lady
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me--lack a-day-dee!
And left an embittered and anguished soul
Who mourns o'er the loss of his lady.

Avon:

I have a song to sing, O!

Vila:

Sing me your song, Ooooo!

Avon:

On my Alpha chaise longue
We'd embrace, though 'twas wrong
For I knew she was wed to another, O
But while ardour fierce did us both o'ertake
In public, we'd polite indiff'rence fake
At each rendez-vous we'd the flame ignite
To tell you more would be impolite
Oh from grief and pain is there no respite?
How I yearn for the love of my lady.
Heighdy, heighdy
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
From grief and pain is there no respite
How I yearn for the love of my lady.

Avon:

I have a song to sing, O!

Vila:

Sing me your song, Ooooo!

Avon:

To true love I'll admit
Though I ne'er could say it
And especially not to the lady, O!
We wanted to live as man and wife
While maintaining our Alpha way of life
So one night at dinner over crepes suzette
I took that step which I so regret
As my love insisted we'd need lots of cash
I dreamt up a fraud to provide a stash
The banking system would have to crash
I risked all for the love of my lady.
Heighdy, heighdy
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
The banking system would have to crash
I risked all for the love of my lady.

Avon:

I have a song to sing, O!

Vila:

Sing me your song, Ooooo!

Avon:

We were booked on a flight
On that last fateful night
I had gone to collect our visas, O
When alas and alack I was captive ta'en
My dearest Anna I ne'er saw again
Since that ill-starred night my face is stern
The hand of friendship I shall ever spurn
Though many a bitter tear I've cried
My shattered hopes I keep locked inside
You may think this story is all told
But wait - for the last part I unfold
Revenge is a dish that's best served cold
I will always be true to my lady.
Heighdy! heighdy!
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
Revenge is a dish that is best served cold
I'll will always be true to my lady.
Heighdy, heighdy
Misery me, lack-a-day-dee
Revenge is a dish that is best served cold
I will always be true to my lady.

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