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The Merry Minstrel of Mickleover

I strike this chord without a sword
For I am not so brave
Whence came a knight with armour bright
Who vowed princess to save

The wicked sire of the shire
Had seen well to kidnap
The daughter of the king and bring
Much wealth into his lap

Handsome he thought the ransom
The king was sure to pay
For fear his precious princess dear
The wicked sire would slay

From his abode the knight he rode
Through wind and rain and storm
O’er hill and dale and muddy trail
His quest to keep him warm

The castle wall it looked so tall
Impregnable in height
Banged on the door and yet once more
His iron fist with might

The surly sire quoths to enquire
“Who raps upon my door”
“Tis mystery, now set her free
Or death you’ll lay before”

With lunge and slash with swords they clash
Upon the open plain
Died his desire there in the mire
As evil sire is slain

The princess freed from needless greed
Sort knight to gift reward
“Place in my hand just thine hair band
If this please thy accord”

( The minstrels song lived large and long
Was sung all o’er the land
Where ‘ere he been could still be seen
Rebec ‘dorned with blue band )

Rebec; A medaeval violin type instrument

Mickleover; A village in Derbyshire, England
Though now a suburb of the City of Derby
The residents still refer to it as ‘The Village’

For Medaeval Idealism Contest
Sponsor, Isaiah Zerbst

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