This song is popularly called an Ordenian ballad, and it does resemble the romantic mood of much songwriting composed in the reign of Conrad the Prosperous. It is in fact of Rehirnish origin (Elise is a Rehirnish name), composed in the wake of the long and highly standoffish war with Mesoremn. It came to Orden in the 22nd century with Rehirnish immigrants, gained instant popularity, and has become so entrenched in Ordenian tradition as to be appropriated as a cultural icon.

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I loved a lass, Elise by name
Her eyes were like a sunset flame
All golden o'er her crooked nose
And her mouth would open like a puckered rose.

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When naught but twelve I asked her hand
Young yet, her father said, for such a demand
And Elise a love of home still bore
And she placed one hand upon the elm-wood door

A better lass I ne'er did see
And I said I'd wait, if wait it must be
Elise, she said not one word more
But she watched me go beside the elm-wood door

In five springs more I looked her way
She scorned my looks and would not stay
And I minded how I'd seen before
That light hand resting on the elm-wood door

A man I was, I'd wait no more
I toiled and built a timber floor
With rushes did the rafters shore
And for the empty wall I cut an elm-wood door.

Elise would not yet look my way
Though she watched the building every day
And the winds of war blew softly o'er
As I fitted in at last the elm-wood door

The summer suns were waxing high
The harvest moon was drawing nigh
When they called my number to the Shore
And I told Elise before the elm-wood door.

The years between us thirty-four;
She was seventeen, I seventeen more.
We wedded on the threshing floor,
And she watched me go beside the elm-wood door.

Seventeen years of weary war,
And I wonder, now when all is o'er –
If I'll find my bride of thirty-four
Waiting for me there beside the elm-wood door.

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If you want some factual information on the development of this piece, I was inspired last fall, while reading Les Miserables, by a French song quoted in reference to the characters -- their "ages did not equal forty". It was running through my head at work one afternoon, and suddenly there was a meter and rhymes and one half-formed verse bouncing in my head.

And it had to be Legea. Because yes.