I think we should all resolve to henceforth sing the fifth verse like this:
And a snivelling snotfaced, habitually traitorous, crawly, little sneak of a page named Gavin,
Hearing what was said,
Swore that Lord Donald he would know,
Before the sun would set.

Seriously though, this is an excellent question Catrin. A whole spectrum of human foibles on display here.

Frankie