The Wandering Minstrel
I’d wander from hill to dell,
Hither and tither I’d go,
Wherever whilst I would,
And little did they know,
As a wandering minstrel should,
And harvest what they sow,
And serve freedom for all things good,
Whether in truth a friend or foe,
The poet follows their muse,
The wise fool always must choose,
Perchance one must not lose,
And never fall into disuse,
We pillage well with villagers,
Discourage ills with well-wishers,
Dishes and delights to serve at night,
In our homes we dwell well-deserved.
