Bardic College Filk Song
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Lyrics: Ursula the Widow Music: Oh Susannah |
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Bardic College, now don't you let me down, But teach me to be just like you, ye bards of great renown! |
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Oh, I left home in the Midrealm, And with many a tear and pain, I traveled here to Ealdormere Some knowledge for to gain. At the Laurels' feet I longed to sit, And learn the secrets true: To amuse or thrill the populace, What exactly do you do? With Master John I improvised, Played lots of silly games. We spoke fake Russian, fell down dead, And called each other names. I asked how to apply this skill and he gave a kind of yelp. "If you want to play in the SCA, Improv's not much help." Master Garraed taught a class at three, So I trotted along, Brought a poem to find out what to do To make it be a song. For an hour he gave us gems and gold Of how word to music goes, And when he was through, I did conclude Nobody really knows. John and Cerian held a discourse: What the roots of humor are. But I think I flunked the lesson 'bout How you shouldn't go too far. To Gyric I fled - his ballads dread Told of Scotsmen, whores and birds. The bawdy circle's the place for me - I already know all the words! |
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Bardic College, you didn't let me down, For I know I too can be like you, ye bards of great renown! |
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