The Smith brought his blanket and he laid it before him People came up from miles around To sit in a circle and trade their treasures Each in turn put their goods on the ground
Ten yards of trim and some heavenly cider I got a bucket here made of wood and fibre An old leather belt, pins for your hat (I think one's a turnip and the other's a cat) A bottle of beads, some chocolate truffles An old leather shirt with lots of ruffles A pouch embroidered "for Dearest William" A few tent pegs for my lord's pavilion
I've got a book here on Offa's Dyke I'll make you a scroll saying anything you like A pair of brais that are pretty much clean And the gaudiest silk you've ever seen A big rope hammock and strips of leather Use 'em how you like (but not together!) A stick of rattan and pewter buttons Yards of floss for embroidery gluttons. What can you do with a leaking tankard? What can you do with a leaking tankard? What can you do with a leaking tankard? Beat it into armour!
A Norseman's tunic that's just too tiny I don't know the fabric, but it's nice and shiny I've got a big knife with a rusted blade And a bunny-fur top that'll get you -- ahem! I've got a nice gold ring with which to charm her A couple of pieces of elbow armour An old dull axe, a hide of leather Arrows I made with chicken feathers Devil's own mead and a jar of spice A goblet with my old device Got an old bow -- sold! -- but the string is broken Anybody want a Pennsic token?
The Smith brought his blanket and he laid it before him People came up from miles around To sit in a circle and trade their treasures Each in turn put their goods on the ground Each in turn put their goods on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
