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The Ballard of Jack Miller is a poem in Divinity II: Ego Draconis.
Location[]
On the bed in the watermill at Broken Valley village.
Transcript[]
Jack Miller was the flirt of the town
Familiar with the contents of every gown
Parading though the village lanes.
All the husbands wanted him in chains,
So one night as he lay drinking wine
In the arms of a village lady fine,
Armed men walked in and took him to see
The local judge and mighty marquis.
'Jack Miller', they said, 'you have to leave,
Depart from here by tomorrow eve,
So you can no longer dishonour the name
Of this village's every girl and dame.'
The verdict was read and the husbands cheered,
All the men they laughed and jeered,
But the women sighed and loudly wept
For him with whom the in the hay had slept.
Jack Miller thought, 'I'll leave if I must,
But not before having known he lust
Of the marquis' daughter tender and slight,
I'll love her yet tomorrow night.'
The husbands, though, left naught to chance
And followed him with furtive glance.
So as the following dawn drew nigh
And Jack Miller was about to say goodbye
To the marquis' daughter, no longer maid,
He felt at his throat the cold tip of a blade.
Once more he was brought before the judge,
Whom like all husbands held a grudge
For Jack Miller who knew so very well
Each and every village belle.
'Jack Miller, why have you not departed?
Made amends when we were still kindhearted?'
But Jack Miller replied only this:
'Good judge you have in conjugal bliss
Conceived three good and lovely daughters,
You think them pure as mountain waters.
The youngest, however, is my lover,
Your second last week I did uncover
And the oldest is pregnant with my child!'
Thus he spoke and triumphantly smiled.
'From this town's every single door
There walk daily one or more
Little Jack Miller girls and boys
Who remind their mothers of secret joys!'
Jack Miller, why had you to frankly harangue?
You could have escaped, now you have to hang!
John Thornlair