A Land Far Away

This is the award winning song sung by Blake Swift at last night's bardic competition in Daggerford. I hope everyone enjoys.

*starts to clap his hands in time*

Come on everybody, join in!

When your friends are all buried,
Your mistress gets married,
You wake up inside of the jail,
There's only one thing that can
Lift up your spirits and make you feel like a man.

*raises his mug and swings it in time with the clapping*

Another flagon of ale, bartender.
Another flagon of ale.
Come pour me one more
'Fore I walk out that door.
Another flagon of ale.

*takes a swig from his mug*

If you have married a shrew,
And your bills are all due,
And all of your plans seem to fail,
Then pull up a stool
And take a break from the world so cold and cruel.

*raises his mug and swings it in time with the clapping*

Another flagon of ale, bartender.
Another flagon of ale.
Come pour me one more
'Fore I walk out that door.
Another flagon of ale.

*takes a swig from his mug*

When the undead are coming,
The war drums start drumming,
The soldiers all put on their mail.
I say with a grin
Good luck to you all but I'll stay at the inn.

*raises his mug and swings it in time with the clapping*

Another flagon of ale, bartender.
Another flagon of ale.
Come pour me one more

'Fore I walk out that door.
Another flagon of ale.

*takes a swig from his mug*

When the militia comes back,
Proudly from the attack,
With many a new and brave tale,
Then I'll be the first
To buy them a round and help to quench their thirst.

*raises his mug and waves it over his head*
Everybody now!

Another flagon of ale, bartender.
Another flagon of ale.
Come pour me one more
'Fore I walk out that door.
Another flagon of ale.

*drains his mug and bows*