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Aethel


Lyrics: Torquil MacGillavrey            
Music: Bedlam Boys - Trad



Chorus:
Aethel ready your spear,
Honor keep near,
Fight with skill and courage.
For your name is known,
To the Midreal Throne,
You will reach your goal someday.
Verses:
Fair young maid from the highland hills,
A spear upon her shoulder.
Walked to the list one shining day,
And her gaze could not be bolder.

Some young lads scoffed and some did laugh,
As she strode on to the list field.
Their laughter turned to cries and groans,
As she forced them all to yield.

Drum, bow and spindel, dancing too,
For when she is not armored.
That others need not work so hard,
Her labor freely offered.

Said Pieter king of the middle realm,
See all my fine young warriors.
I'll choose one for my champion,
To help hold the kingdom's honor.

She won regard of prince and king,
Word spreads of her renoun.
A child now but when she's grown,
Her goal to win a crown.

Lyrics © Tom Redmond
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