John Inchingham
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Lyrics: Davydd of Illiton Music: If I Was a Blackbird by Andy M Stewart |
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He's a father, a fencer, a fighter, a friend - The soul-mate of Maire, and the kindest of men. He has sung before kings, and the lords of the land - Oh yes, this fine fool is John Inchingham. |
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There is a fine minstrel, a weaver of song, Though he wears a fool's mantle, he's a bard true and strong. He hails from the Midrealm - he's known through the land, Oh yes, this fine fool is John Inchingham. I had heard of the squire boy, and how he could sing. But when I first heard him, how the feast hall did ring, With the song of O'Chitl, shileighle in hand - Oh yes, this fine fool was John Inchingham. But the last song that evening, that the fine fool did sing, Concerned the Watchmaiden and the Midrealm's lost king. He sang of her sorrow at the loss of her man - Oh yes, this fine fool is John Inchingham. If the fine fool does know you, it might not be long Before your best exploits wind up in his song. And so the crowd listens, when the fine foll does stand, Wondering who's next to be Inchinghammed. There's a fine minstrel, a weaver of song, Though he wears a fool's mantle, he's a bard true and strong. He hails from the Midrealm - he's known through the land - Oh yes, this fine fool is John Inchingham. Oh yes, this fine fool is John Inchingham. |
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