Drinking With the Warlock's Son
Lyrics copyright © 1996 Mary Bertke
NOTE: This was begun before Stasheff came out with Quicksilver's Knight, so it's nowhere near what actually happened… same type of woman, though.
When I was but a young lass, my age scare seventeen,
The men around all called my face the fairest to be seen.
My father's eyes shone bright with greed, he told me I should wed,
and take old miser Hagendaas into my lonely bed.
The next day when I went to town, I happened, on my way,
to step inside a tailor shop and dressed in men's array.
Before the night grew dark and dim, an inn and alehouse found,
'twas there that Geoffrey Gallowglass first ordered me a round.
Out drinking with the Warlock's son, the first day that we met,
such a roaring, ruckus time, me boys, I never will forget.
I asked if servants did he need, as I was up for hire,
my food, my clothing, and a bed, the wages I require.
I longed for bold adventure as I knew him like to find--
He grinned and said he'd mounts to tend and riding boots to shine.
At dawn the next day we went out, adventure on our minds,
a black knight and a dragon were the trials we did find.
As evening fell upon us, a village we drew near,
we repaired into a tavern and ordered up a beer.
Out drinking with the Warlock's son, the second day we met,
Such a roaring, ruckus time, me boys, I never will forget.
So passed the next day, and the next, until the month was gone,
Each night I went to bed alone and woke alone at dawn.
And so we rode on happily, adventuring each day,
until a flax-haired, blue-eyed wench for spite me did betray.
He stared at me in wonder when he heard the tale she told,
I told him of my father and his greedy lust for gold.
He placed a ring upon my hand, orange blossoms on my head—
And so 'twas on my "great escape" that I got caught instead!
Out drinking with the Warlock's son, I never will regret--