A Pace-Egging Song
Oyez, gentle folk in attendance,
We prithee, all gathered attend!
We may be a prize or a pennance,
But we hope your time here is well-spent.
We’ve stories of soldiers and lovers,
And knights being eaten by crows
Jolly drunkards and wild Irish rovers
And wakes where the guests come to blows.
We are footsore and road-weary pilgrims
We are hungry but still of good cheer,
And if we can but drive out your doldrums
You might pay us with silver or beer.
Our tales may be truth or be rumor,
But we’ve kept you fine folks waiting long
So, now to repay your kind humor,
These fine drums will lead into our song.
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