and a Few Incidental Sheep
Lady Dominique of
Skrealing Althing, 1993
Sung To The Tune Of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
God rest ye merry shepherds though ye think the Prince at bay
For he has not been near the flock, in lo these many days.
From atop the Keep, he scans the hills, a'searching for a stray
And the sheep, they are running away, running away
And the sheep, they are running away.
Back from the fields of battle rides the Lord of Fairengold,
And the mighty wolf of Ealdormere is loosed within the fold,
Where there his prowess is unmatched sing bards with tongues of gold
Though the sheep find the story rather old, rather old
Though the sheep find the story rather old.
The sheep had long been tolerant in service to the Crown;
But patience finally ran its course and they did gather round
And prayed the Goddess of the Hunt would come and strike him down
Or at least turn his taste to other ground, other ground
Or at least turn his taste to other ground.
From high Valhalla came Diane, before the sheep she swore
To make the Prince amend his ways, before the night was o'er;
With flashing eyes and graceful fists, she battered down his door.
At which point both their jaws met with the floor, with the floor
At which point both their jaws met with the floor.
There never was a shoot in which sweet Cupid took more pride.
Their fate was sealed right then and there, it could not be denied.
Upon his knees fell Cordigan, all protocol denied
And he begged the fair Diane to be his bride, be his bride
And he begged the fair Diane to be his bride.
Though stunned Diane recalled her vow and quick was her reply
"'T'will take you more than words, she said to win woman such as I
If thou wouldst wed thy first must bid thy wooly friends goodbye,
For only then to the Crown will I say 'Aye', I say 'Aye'
Only then to the Crown with I say 'Aye.'"
The Prince assured his Lady fair that she need have no fear
And sent his knights to spread the news the length of Ealdormere
And bade his subjects all attend the wedding of the year.
And the sheep, they all raised a mighty cheer, a might cheer
And the sheep, they all raised a mighty cheer.
But be ye wary shepherds, though ye think the Prince at bay,
A woman's eye is often blind when true love goes astray.
Be not surprised if one fine night you find your gate a-sway,
And your sheep, they are running away, running away
Performer(s) Sine Peregrina
