FW: minstrel: Jester list

[Melvin, Stephen:]

> From: 	Melvin, Stephen:
> Sent: 	Monday, November 23, 1998 1:19PM
> To: 	'Danielle Coleman'
> Subject: 	RE: minstrel: Jester list
> 
> Why not post it to both?
> As you wish, dear lady.  Would you be so kind as to forward it to the
> Jester list since I am not subscribed?  I thank you.
> 
> Rathflaed DuNoir
> The Black Bard of Meridies, MSoB
> http://www.chivalry.com/blackbard/
> 
> The Jester
> 			By Rathflaed DuNoir
> 			The Black Bard of Meridies, MSoB
> 			mka: Stephen R. Melvin
> capo 4
> 
>     Am                          G
> A long time ago, in a land most far away,
>            Am                                                     G
> There stood a peaceful village which might still be there today,
>          C                                 G
> This town had a bane, The jester was his name,
>        C                                  G
> He had a band of men and terror was his reign.
>       Am                                        G
> No one could ever equal him at throwing words or puns
>       Am                                                   G
> He terrorized their village, raped their daughters killed their sons,
>        C
> G
> He stole their crops and burned their homes and none could shed a
> tear,
>              Em                                                 Am
> For the jester made them smile while his company made them fear.
> 
> Chorus:
>             Am                                          G
> O the grown men would run and the children would hide,
>         Am                                      G
> The women would faint to the ground,
>              C                               G
> He had bells on his shoes, a baton at his side,
>                 Em                     G                     Am
> And they feared when the jester came to town.
>                C                                 G
> With his eyes shining dark, the jester made his mark,
>             Am                                Em
> He'd a face white as death all around,
>             Am                                          G
> He'd a wit sharp as knives and they'd run for their lives,
>                Em                     G                    Am
> For they feared when the jester came to town.
> 
> One day there came into the town a man with a sash of black.
> He had a song in his voice and a harp on his back,
> A traveled man from far away his road was long and hard,
> But he'd stood it well though he'd been through hell,
> And he called himself the bard.
> The Bard performed a juggling show, Those balls he made them whirl,
> Til the jester interrupted by insulting a young girl.
> The bard he made a snide remark, and thus he sealed his doom.
> For the jester said, "You'll face me in a punfight at high noon!"
> 
> Chorus
> 
> Next morning bright and early, the bard was nowhere found,
> The town was quiet as a church, no one dared make a sound.
> The jester rode into the town, no one dared even think,
> He stopped into the tavern, and he got himself a drink.
> At noon the jester stepped outside, the sun was shining bright,
> The jester said, "I knew he'd run, this town is mine tonight!"
> My noon it seems is higher than yours, rang out in a voice so clear,
> So the jester stopped and turned around, and he then began to fear.
> 
> The bard jumped lightly to the ground, the subject had been set.
> So the jester steeled his voice, and he said, "A bet's a bet.
> I have a sage to visit about your comment on the thyme"
> The bard replied, "Let's spice things up." In a wicked sounding rhyme.
> The jester shot back quickly, "Are those cloven hooves you wear?"
> Why no, but if you're interested, there's a sheep right over there.
> The bard thus scored the first real blow, and he thought he might have
> won.
> But the jester said, "I wooldn't" and the pun fight had begun.
> 
> Chorus
> 
> From sheep the subject went to war and continued towards the night.
> From knights came swords and armor, in a truly glorious fight.
> Fighting went back into war, they wore out subjects, true.
> But truth itself it was no match, for the vice they had to screw.
> The bard nailed that one on the head, and this the jester saw.
> It's hard to ware a subject when your throat is hoarse and raw.
> But the mane pun of the evening, from the tale up to the head,
> Was a triple pun and when twas done, The jester lay there dead.
> 
> Chorus
> 
> (Slow)
> So the punfight had been won, and the town owed their lives,
> To a skill with words unmatched, for which every true bard 
> strives,
> So the bard finished up his show and he sang well into night,
> For the people of that town threw a feast as was his right.
> Next morning the bard rode away, and the people said goodbye,
> And the lass who'd been insulted asked with a tear in her eye,
> "Have you any words to leave with us before you go milord?"
> Remember lass, the pun is truly mightier than the sword!"
> 
> Chorus X 2
> 
> 

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