At War Away

(sung to the tune of The Minstrel Boy Refrain to Mary Had a Little Lamb)by: Pam Parisi

Our Lords prepare to go to war,

And leave the ones that they adore.

We do not dream to harass them,

For they must fight the Saracen.

We carefully tend our dear Lord's keep,

Which means, we loose alot of sleep,

And so we have the chirugen,

Who comes... at our encouragin'

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While the Holy Land they win,

We know that they indulge in sin,

So as they moil for Arab gold

We will not let our hearts grow cold.

A mighty man the local smith,

Is charmed to spend an evening with,

A lone Lady, whoe'er she might be,

That bring her fruit to his chestnut tree.

And sitting in the summer sun,

We love to watch the gardener's son.

He tends our flowers every row,

How we would love to help him grow.

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When things grow lean, to say the least,

For solace there's the village priest.

He helps us bear our sorry plight

With visits through our lonely night.

His mind on holy thoughts is running,

He's gone before the second coming!

And that's a transient thrill at best,

For what's enjoyed must be confessed.

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The plowman stays to till the lands,

The furrows soft beneath his hand.

His tool is surely very hard,

When he delves into our yard.

Our butcher is a generous man

Who gives his all as best he can,

His sausage is the best we eaten

His loin's the tend'rest that we've beaten.

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So when the Holy Land they've won

Returning home from having fun,

With their plundered Eastern gold:

They will not find these parts grown cold.