The Troubadours

Teasing and loving ladies near and far Robust are they, their mead in a jar Over the hills their words ring out loud Under the trees they sing tall and proud Boasting of great adventures from their sorted past Among the village folk, a crowd gathers fast Dance, drink and be merry they hum One plays the panpipes, the other the drum Up hands clap in a mighty roar Rise now and cheer, 'tis time to roast the boar! Sing with us village folk, into the dawn we will soar!