The Wild Rover - Filk
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Lyrics: Katerin ferch Gwenllian Music: Wild Rover - Trad |
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And it's no, nay, never No, nay, never, no more Will I sing "The Wild Rover" No never, no more |
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I've been singing at Pennsic for many year And I know certain songs everyone wants to hear There are some that I don't mind and some that I do But there's one song I'm sick of, clear through and through When I first heard "Wild Rover" I liked it just fine And I practiced the words until I'd made it mine But I wish I had known, ere I sang it for friends That the public demand for this song never ends You can hear it at fires all over the camp >From beyond Dragon Hill to the bog's dark and damp Down at Vlad's they used words that brought red to my cheek And last night at Blue Feather they sang it in Greek You can hear it from young bards just getting their start And it's in the songbook of at least one old phart Guitarists and fiddlers play it with glee But the one bard you'll never hear do it is ME |
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