Piel Ballad (For The King Of Piel)

king of piel, lord of ale

hear the cryer wail
be crowned this day upon piel isle

let the knights set sail

proclaim his glory

to the sea, and to the furness lands

his castle fires burn again

upon fine foudreys sands.

his jesters play, his legions march

the crowds they all do cheer

the king and queen have come at last

and with them cometh beer

come daughters come sons to the coronation

to the crowning of the king of piel

come one come all come everyone

for the legends of him are real

tis true for sure what ye have heard

in tale of folk and lore

bout strange crown and kingship passed

on down from days of yore.

bout knights and lords

and maidens fair and pirates of the sea

bout how the queen with own hands pulls

a pint for me and thee

come with thine eyes and see for sure

the glory of this place

and take a seat at courtly table

to seek my masters grace.

come young come old as stories be told

of the exploits of the king of piel

come meek come bold come to the fold

for a taste of the island feel

there is upon this peacful isle

so many things to see

and if i were to tell you all

what pleasure would it be

to walk around its shore thyself

and feel of its strange force

to touch its sand with your bare feet

and smell the air of course

feel the sense of wonder

felt by many more

for a thousand years passed

and a thousand years more

let me now unveil a tale

of some history of this spot

a wicked little narrative

with a twisted little plot

only a small portion

of the story have i got

but i hope that you will like it

erm, a lot.

to island over yonder

the one with lines so smooth

did lambert simnel wander

his falsehoods so to prove

he landed with two thousand men

who came from o'er t'sea

and with glory in his childish head

claimed King he was to be

not so dear souls for by his death

he had so lowly fell

and all of his accomplices

were despatched thus to hell

the spit he turned for king so kind

to spare his tender head

and lived as servant all his life

til death became his bed

but left behind on the island

was something rather strange

the legend of the King of piel

and who to take his place

of course the people wondered

and argued for a cause

but the choice was so obvious

the landlord, of course

who better but to keep the peace

than one who selleth ale

who better met to rule with grace

and sometimes even style

so there in passed the kingship

and so on over time

it got wrote down in stories

and sometimes even rhyme

so now bow down, pay homage to

the noble king, crowned anew

banners raise, trumpets sound

come all come all, its

his round!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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