Ubertino's Songbook
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Title: Ubertino's Songbook
Author: Ubertino Kalon
Lament of The Minstrel
Over leagues of sea And many miles of muddy paths Have these cracked and sullied boots swept. Onward, ever onward; Though no home have I, Nor goal, Nor star to guide them by.
Though the Beech may offer shelter, And the Yew become a Traveller's friend, None can shield this heart From the winds of Solitude.
The Harp my sisterm The Drum my dead friend; The Lute my only bride And Flute, provider.
For a time And for a modest sum, "Your Inn shall be full!" And "Good times for all!"
Yet the night always draws in, And by morn' I shall be gone;
Over leagues of sea And many miles of muddy paths, Onward, ever onward; 'Til I find a star to guide me home.
A Stroll in Felucca
Once a'walking
In Yew Deep Forest
Saw a Lady fair,
I'is true,
T'is true!
Stay'd my steed, And doff'd my cap, Ready to offer my good service!
When out came an axe, Silver shining T'was fair blinding! T'is true T'is true!
Well on went my cap, Mare's heels flying for t'was fear of dying! T'is true, T'is true!
For mile on mile, We dash'd She slash'd! And hope was all but gone But in the distance lop'd
A Troll! A Wolf! A hideous Ettin! A Befeathered and bare-breast' Harpy A Bull! A Cow! and a twitt'ring Sparrow!
T'is true, T'is true! Well my hand fair shook, But Lady Luck game me a wink; My strings did sing, A rousing melody!
Well, t'was a sight to see A beast of air and land Did make a meal of she! T'is true T'is true!
And that's the tale of how my mare and I Come to warn thee of uncloth'd maidens in Yew Deep Forest! I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander. T'is true T'is true!