For an Archer (I'm a helluva Bard)
Tune: "The Irish Washerwoman"
Lyrics: Cara ni Cheallaigh, 1999
Well a Bard is well-rounded, I've known all along
That there's more to my calling than one or two songs
And I'm hardly a fighter, in case you don't know
So I thought I would learn me the art of the bow.
It was early one Sunday, the archers were there
And their arrows shot gracefully into the air
"oh how hard can that be?" In my mind I did mull--
Till I picked up that bow and I gave 'er a pull!
For an Archer I'd say I'm a helluva Bard
Though my songs and my stories might win an award
If you give me a target I'll miss by a yard
For an Archer I'd say I'm a helluva Bard!
From the placement of feet to the placement of quiver
Hold arrows just so, don't let that elbow shiver
And tie your hair back and line up with one eye
I was finally ready to give it a try.
"Clear down range!" said the marshall, "Six arrows at thirty!"
I lined up that fletch, I stood ever so sturdy
I pulled and I shot with a "twang" of the string...
And my tip hit the tripod-leg with a loud "Ting!"
Now a year has gone past and I'm not quite as poor
Though I still get an eight as an average score
I've been shooting them straigher, more consistantly--
And no one shoots tripod-legs better than me!
But the premise upon which this whole song is founded
Is try something new and you might be astounded
I'm far from a marksman, but still no less proud...
Let's see all you archers come sing to this crowd!