The Creepy Bard: Seek the Reaper (Lisa Theriot cover)

Описание: When I learned this song, I couldn't help but marvel at the intricacy and sheer poetry of the words and (as I told her) I couldn't help but think to myself, "I love this woman and hate her at the same time."

Lyrics:

Three roisterers, three drinking men, were sharing of a glass
But pausing in their revels when a funeral chanced to pass.
Then one of their good host inquired, "Innkeeper, can you tell,
For what poor beggar, laid expired, they toll the funeral bell?"

"Aye, that I can," the innkeep said, "he met a sorry end.
When he was one to share your bread, you used to call him friend."
"What? Death has made our comrade fair a bitter grave and grim.
We'll find that sneaking devil's lair and make an end of him!"
Chours:
A band of jolly roisterers, now fellows, one, two, three,
Have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree.

They came upon a gray beardling, with age and sorrows bent.
"How now, old man, might you have seen which way the reaper went?"
"I have, good sirs, as well I might, so near to death I be.
He takes his ease this very night beneath the gallows tree."

They hastened there upon there quest and what should they behold?
Not death, but in his stead a chest of newly minted gold!
"My brothers all," the eldest cried, "good luck attends our toils,
Our quest for death we'll lay aside and tally up our spoils."

The eldest to the youngest said, "We two will count the steak.
Go fetch us back some wine and bread and merry we shall make."
When he had gone, the other two agreed upon a plot,
That bloody murder they should do, for a larger portion sought.

"We'll cut his throat when he returns and richer we shall be.
However much our effort earns, there's more for two than three."
The youngest, by his own design, thought hew might have the lot,
and into all the flasks of wine a deadly poison got.

They set upon the youngest when he came back with the wine;
They sank their knives into his chest and then sat down to dine.
They drank the poisoned flagon as they laughed about their deed,
And soon all three were dead as one for treachery and greed.

The old man in the shadows stood, a smile upon his face.
"My thanks to you, my fellows good, for sparing me the chase.
I am weary to my bones, I had resolved to let you be.
You might have lived another day, but you came seeking me."

Chords (mine not hers)

Em. D. C. D.
Em. D. C. D.
Am... C. D.
Em. D. Em D Em.

Am... C. D.
Em.... D Em.


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