Drunken Bards
| Siobhán an Einigh of Connacht |
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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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