Ruddy & Red
Narrowly avoiding the tip of the lance
With the devil did he dance
Two left feet, one right hand
Feigning insanity in a foreign land
A giant fell, a story yet to tell
After his heart, before his throne
Through his countenance glory shown
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From the bosom of Ruth was he brought
Through the utterance of truth his lineage is sought
The mighty psalmist, to tears was he brought
Bones turn to dust, a victim of lust
No need for despair for the lamb becomes his heir
Perfect was he not, in deed nor thought
Ruddy and red, meek and mild
King and child, solemn and wild
