‘Twas the Night before Ren Faire written by Imsummersangel and Tealdewdrop‘Twas the night before Ren Faire and all through the shire Not a jouster was fighting, not even a squire The gates were all lock’ed and guarded with care In hopes that good Queen Bessie soon would be there The cast members were nestles all snug in their beds While visions of their lines raced through their heads I in my garb a waiting for morning to break Can’t wait to go in an eat steak on a stake When out on the road there arose such a clatter I ran my room to see what was the matter Away to the lobby I flew like a flash Running and screaming as I tripped on some trash The sun had come up on a bright Saturday So beautiful, I just didn’t know what to say When what to my wondering eyes did appear But a horse drawn carriage and eight men very near With that hair so bright red and that beautiful dress I knew in a moment it must be Queen Bess More rapid than eagles, her singers they came As she whistled and shouted and called them by name: Now Roland! Now Red Legs, Taber and Calico! Now Tarlton, Argyle, Noah and Nimo! From the joust arena to the top of the wall Now sing away, sing away, sing away all! As they got ready to head for the castle gate All hoping to get there before it’s too late So up to the gates the Rakish Rogues did sing With humor and dancing and laughter they did bring And then in harmony I heard from the wall The singing and laughing of each Rakish Rogue As I got out my pass and was turning around Down from the carriage Queen Bessie came with a bound She was dressed in velvet from her head to her feet Her crown was all shiny with jewels, oh she looked so sweet A fan made of feathers hanging by her side Oh so beautiful, her beauty can’t be denied The actors all ready to perform, how merry All their costumes were perfect, not even scary The patrons waiting with anticipation All getting ready for the grand celebration The bagpipes in the background sounded so sweet Men in kilts, Oh my god what a wonderous treat Twirling and whirling the Tartans dance ‘round Oh please, Oh please keep playing that wonderous sound Fights at the chess match I can hardly wait to see With so many weapons it brings pleasure to me A thrust of a sword and a block of a shield One of the fighters always has to give yield The ticket collectors went straight to their work Punching cards and stamping hands and with such perk So many tickets and so many passes They rush to get through the masses and masses Patron moving and parting for the royalty All bowing and showing their respect and loyalty As we all heard be exclaimed, not making us wait “God Save the Queen, Fire the Canon, Open the Gate!” |
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