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Drunken Bards


Siobhán an Einigh of Connacht            


Tune - Ballad of St Bunstable by M Cerian Cantwr
Words - Siobhán an Einigh of Connacht

Twas at the end of war week of an AS Long Before
The bards, they were a gathering for Songs and Tales one more
A peer approached the circle, right up to the fire's shine
And said "I have a gift for you: alcohol, beer, mead, and wine!"

Chorus:
Drunken Bards! Drunken bards!
No matter what you give us, we'll be sure that it is swigged
Drunken Bards! Drunken bards!
Now we shall raise our glass 'fore the next note is hit.

The bards began a sippin' there within the fire's light
In preparation to perform throughout the very night
With a little lubrication for the mouth and for the head
We found that even "Rapier Rats" is quite easily said!

Chorus

The bards, they kept imbibin' through the loud and racous cheer
A round betwixt each song or two, it could not go arrears
With words a'slurred and focusing on tales becoming hard
There is nothing quite like the sight of a giggling Baron Bard!

Chorus

They broke open each and every flask without a thought or fright
And were rewarded with great pain upon the morning's light
But though they now know what dangers lurk in too much ale or beer
They know they'll do it all again when they come to sing next year!

Chorus





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