Minstrel Fine

Minstrel Fine

It's up in the morning and on my way

To marry make throughout the day

With a string or horn or wind or drum

I sing for you and I sing for fun

I wander near and I wander far

With a Wanderlust that fills my heart

And though the pickings be lean and hard

I live the life of the Bard-o live the life of bard

Well It Happened One Day by Averly

Between Fox Grove and the Briar Sea

My wagon was hailed with call to hold

By 13 men in brown and gold

The captain stepped forward with a nasty grin

And said “well bard, shall we begin?

I'll have your horse and your wagon fine

And tonight you'll sing for me and mine

Without do care for my tools or blade

They took my lead, but no fuss I made

For though they cut away my purse

They'd asked of me a song and verse

So That evening long I entertained

Of war and jest and love I sang

And I'd have left lighter and fed

but they ordered me, to the cpts bed.

I'll take anything but an insult made

Put my lute down and I drew my blade

And the captain who praised my sing song lilt

I knocked out flat with the pommel and hilt

A bard I'll be, and a minstrel fine

But my loves the dagger, so I carry nine

One for each bandit that jumped to the fray

Two in my sleeve when the rest ran away

I gathered my lute and my wagon and horse

Set out on my merry making course,

I'll give up my purse, I'll raise my voice

But I will fight if you take my choice!