G D7 G C D7
don't ever love a fighter: He'll care more for his sword.
C G A7 D7
And while he's out there fighting you're on the sidelines, bored.
G C G C D7
And even when you're snuggled close and have him in your arms
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He's much too bruised and tired to appreciate your charms.
Don't ever love a bard, for he'll care more for his song.
He'll often go a-roaming and won't take you along.
And even when you've got him home beside you in your bed
Your beauty makes him get up and write a song, instead!
Don't ever love a scholar: he'll care more for a book.
He'll leave you for a hist'ry without a second look.
And even when you coax him with your most seductive air
He goes on with his studies as if you were not there.
Don't ever love a merchant, a sailor, or a thief;
And 'specially not a peasant--they'll only cause you grief.
They're all too busy working to give you the love you need.
Their thoughts are always elsewhere: on wares, or ships, or seed.
But if, despite these warnings, you take a fancy to
A male of the species there's something you can do!
A way I've found to ease the pain, and help you carry on:
Enjoy him while you've got him--seek others when he's gone!
"Don't Ever Love" is pretty easy to add verses to, either for SCA or SF. Here are some of the verses written by other people in an SCA context. Try your own (and share the good ones with me).
Don't ever love a herald: his duties never cease;
When he's not in a meeting he's heralding a feast.
And if you should, with pun sublime, entice him to your bed,
He will not take advantage; he'll warrant you, instead!
--Keridwen of Montrose
Don't ever love a Baron, don't love a Prince or King; Their duties never leave them any time for better things. And when, at last, with candle burning, up the stairs you creep, You'll find their chambers chilly and you'll find them fast asleep!--AElfwynn Gyrthesdohtor
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