A Bard's Blog

Sous la terre d'Agincourt Mon amour, il dort toujours. Dieu me pardonne, Je déteste l'anglais, Même lequel que j'ai marier. Sous la terre d'Agincourt Mon amour dors toujours. In the earth of Agincourt, My true love sleeps ever more. God forgive, the hate I bear, To the one who brought him there. Even he, to whom I'm wed, I hate him for my lover's dead. In the Earth at Agincourt, My true love sleeps ever more. I was ashamed to do, What it was that I had to. Married to an Englishman, Orphan I was, no choice was held Ward of a King and exiled. In the earth of Agincourt, My true love sleeps ever more. God forgive, the hate I bear, To the one who brought him there. I yearn for my home when spring is young, When I pray, when song is sung. God grant a Saint to take back the land. The blood-stained Earth now demands. I swear that blood shall cry anew, I hold this Oath and damns it too. Sous la terre d'Agincourt Mon amour, il dort...

This parody was written by Lady Sarah the Fool, Lady Tamar of Grayfeather and Alienor Hathaway of Greyfeather (me)after a disovery that we all loved Gilbert and Sullivan. It is our shared creation. Three little maids and fools are we Carrying bells where 'ere we be Filled to the brim with foolish glee Three little maids and fools! Alienor : Everything is a source of fun! Sarah : Nobody's safe, she hugs everyone Tamar : Life is a joke that has just begun. All : Three little maids and fools. Three little maids and fools. Three little maids who all unwary Come from a lady's baronary Escape from Chander's tutelary. Three little maids and fools! Three little maids and fools! Alienor : If you get it it's not our fault Sarah : We always sit below the salt. Tamar : We rhyme badly, oy gvolot! All: Three little maids and fools! Three little maids and fools! Alienor : One little maid is joined by one Sarah : Now there's three, it's the total sum Tamar : And the math ha...

Master of the house Doling out the song Ready with a quick kiss And a tale too long Tells a bawdy tale Makes a big stir Bards all appreciate a bon-viveur Glad to do a friend a favor Doesn't cost me to be nice Talking up the ladies Just to see a sparkle in their eyes! Master of the house Keeper of the zoo Ready to relieve 'em Of a laugh or two Picking up your song Trying to keep 'em straight Keeps the singing going When it's just too late! Everybody loves a teacher Everybody's bosom friend He'll make you fall to pieces He'll get you singing in the end. CHORUS 1 Master of the house Couldn't call him shy Never want a lady fair To pass him by In service to the poor Herald to the great Givin' you the words When you can't speak straight! Everybody's boon companion Everybody's favorite bard Student: It seems he never ceases He'll be telling stories to the end. Apprentice: Enter good friend Draw up a chair Unlace your boots And join our lair....