 A lonely bard wandering across the
lands am I
Singing dancing finding answers to
every why
The taverns are full and one crosses
my path, too
I just might reward myself with a beer
or two
This inn the place of many romantic
tales
On the loft women offer their sales
But my eyes they catch a girl beat by
everyone
A slave she is but for me a rose
undone
Hear me sing
Watch me dance
Play that lute of thine
And share with me this dance
As she danced my eyes began to
shine
There she was the maiden so divine
How could I approach her with my
outlook so poor
Her beauty being much more than I
could endure
So I asked if I could sing a chanson
With a language of ancient and of
lore
Gathered the men around us me and
the girl in rags
Soon were the melodies heard by
everyone
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us this tale
With a clap of hands
The stories long-forgotten we still
know
Performing our skills wherever we go
I end my story as I receive a kiss
From my girl the dearest Beatrice
Hear us sing
Watch us dance
Sing with us the tales
Which the music will keep alive
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