The Simple Joys of Maidenhood Phillipa Soo

[GUENEVERE]
Saint Genevieve, Saint Genevieve
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Genevieve, sweet Genevieve
Shan't I be young before I'm old?

[GUENEVERE & ARTHUR, spoken]
You there!
Me?
Yes! My name is Guenevere. I'm a princess sent from France to marry your king. I've run away from my carriage, and if you'll whisk me out of here and to my freedom, I can pay you a royal bridе's dowry. Well? How do you answer?
Give mе a moment, Your Highness. I'm in a multi-layered complication right now
It's simple! I wish to run away
You don't want to marry the king?
No! I've only recently reached the age of eligibility and wooability!
Oh, do I say congratulations?
And I want to know the joys of maidenhood! The conventional, ordinary, garden variety joys of maidenhood!

[GUENEVERE]
Where are the simple joys of maidenhood?
Where are all those adoring, daring boys?
Where's the knight pining so for me
He leaps to death and woe for me?
Oh, where are a maiden's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a maiden should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two knights never tilt for me
And let their blood be spilled for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of maidenhood?