Anger Not the Minstrel

Niamh inghean Lachlainn

Anger not the minstrel, the bard do not offend
Pray, don't piss the lyricist, you may not hear the end

Bards are very patient, a friendly, loyal lot
But cross them once too often and your reputation's shot

They'll sing to throngs of many of your indiscretions plain
The song so sweet, the crowd will beg to hear it all again

Your sins will travel, mouth to ear, in tune and lusty rhyme
And quaint exaggerations may creep in from time to time

It's not to be vindictive, it's a tale the world must know
A bardic tale is like a child, and children tend to grow

Rest assured, dear gentle, you will live in history
Maybe not the way you like, in apt scurrillity

Your descendants all will know of you long after you are gone
If you should make a minstrel mad, so never anger one

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