Lyrics
The baron of Eastmarch’s fair sorceress daughter,
Was enamored, unseemly, with a fool of her lord.
Though the duke was deemed handsome, he was a soul, vain and petty
And a dark mind as empty, as last summer's gourd.
But the fool he was clever, and sang for the lady
Like a nightingale piping, in a deep forest grove.
But his station was lowly, and his body was aging
And their love was as hopeless, as if he were stone
So the lady has led them; the fool and her husband
To a cool secret garden, by midsummer's moon
And she's danced them a spell there, of shifting and changing
And left them dumbfounded, by sorcery's boon.
She has left the fool crying, to the gods of his daughters.
She's led the duke laughing, to her high chamber door.
And she's kept him there softly, through two days bright dawning.
While the servants all gossip, in wonder and awe.
Now the fool died in madness, saying he was enscorcled.
The duke only smiled then, a sad secret smile.
Now the duke rules his people, with wit and good humor
And sings for his lady, Like a nightingale's song.
She has born him five children, two sons and three daughters
They've grown straight and handsome, And sorcerers all.
And they dance in the garden, and sing in the moonlight
Like nightingales piping, in green forest hall.
Notes: The tune of this song is one often heard in Calontir as this song was filked by Conn MacNeill to Drink me a Drink. It wasn't until Gulf Wars 2018 that I first heard this original song.