A Land Far Away

You'll be hearing this one about town . . .


Marching, tooting
And all the while recruiting
There’s no denying we’re the troupe
That’s always seen commuting!

The Traveling Lute Brigade!
There’ll soon be a tune cavalcade!
Come join the parade
And we’ll serenade!
The Traveling Lute Brigade!

Selgaunt, Sword Coast
It’s not our nature to boast
But you’ll be sighing when the troupe
Comes tramping past you’re guard post.

The Traveling Lute Brigade!
There’ll soon be a tune cavalcade!
You cannot dissuade
With hammer or blade!
The Traveling Lute Brigade!

Fairs, inns, stages
We’ve played for monks and mages.
We’re quite relying, as a troupe,
On inconsistent wages.

The Traveling Lute Brigade!
There’ll soon be a tune cavalcade!
We’re on a crusade
To play each masquerade!
The Traveling Lute Brigade!

Laughing, cheering
As long as you’re not jeering
And if you’re vying for the troupe
We hail your volunteering!

The Traveling Lute Brigade!
There’ll soon be a tune cavalcade!
While music is played
Let’s all promenade!
The Traveling Lute Brigade!

Oh, the Traveling Lute Brigade!
There’ll soon be a tune cavalcade!
You won’t be dismayed
By our verse and charade!
The Traveling Lute Brigade!
Yes, the Traveling Lute Brigade!



Laddy