A recent song I wrote about a friend of mine. Some of it is true. Well this is the tale of

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A recent song I wrote about a friend of mine. Some of it is true. Well this is the tale of a wanderin' young man, A Shindar called Freyfax by some, He was making his way through our wicked world, Just trying to have him some fun. He walked into London with only his clothes, And a lass whispered into his ear, He was shocked for a moment and then shook his hea And said in a voice loud and clear: "I'll never forget the advice of my mom, Who warned me 'bout women like you, She said never drink beer and keep you sword clean, No matter what else you might do." He walked in a bar for to get in the shade, A wench came to him with some beer, He sent her away with a wave of his hand, His words echoing in her ears: "I'll never forget the advice of my mom, Who warned me 'bout women like you, She said never drink beer and keep your sword clean, No matter what else you might do." One night, just for fun, his friends spiked his drink, And he liked it and had him some more, And when he came to he was somewhere in Wales, In the arms of a second-class whore. But he never forgot the advice of his mome, For more than a weekend or two, He always drank whiskey and kept his sword sheathed, No matter what else he might do. There's no particular tune to this, so feel free to be inventive if you want to sing it. And if you do come up with a good tune for it I'd appreciate a copy of the music (being pretty tone-deaf myself [or Monotone Abled for the PC amongst you]).

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