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cmdr_zoomA thoroughly irreverent bit of bardic song from my SCA days, twenty-odd years ago, has bubbled up out of my brain while I slept. Along with that classic opening line, the rest of the lyrics (that I can remember) go something like this - starting with an archery contest (for the hand, favor, and everything else of a lady) that takes an unusual turn:
The first man shot his arrow, straight as the eagle flies
The second split that arrow; it seemed he'd won the prize
The third one shot the other two men right between the eyes...
Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yayyy.
"Well my lord," the maiden said, "it seems you've won the prize!"
"You bet your alabaster orbs I have," he cried
He swept her up upon his steed and off the two did ride...
Yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki ayyyy.
Reaching his castle, they immediately fall into bed together:
They could not stop, they could not get their fill
Their twenty children finally buried them on a hill
And from his heart, there grew a briar,
And from hers a-- rhododendron...
Corny, corny, corny, corn-ai-ayyyyy
(I've probably gotten the odd word wrong or out of place - for one thing, the song is not really that long, and the word in that first line might actually be "dark" or "sad" - and alas, Google offers no help. Still, I think you can see why this was so, er, memorable.)
The first man shot his arrow, straight as the eagle flies
The second split that arrow; it seemed he'd won the prize
The third one shot the other two men right between the eyes...
Ai-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yayyy.
"Well my lord," the maiden said, "it seems you've won the prize!"
"You bet your alabaster orbs I have," he cried
He swept her up upon his steed and off the two did ride...
Yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki, yippee ki ayyyy.
Reaching his castle, they immediately fall into bed together:
They could not stop, they could not get their fill
Their twenty children finally buried them on a hill
And from his heart, there grew a briar,
And from hers a-- rhododendron...
Corny, corny, corny, corn-ai-ayyyyy
(I've probably gotten the odd word wrong or out of place - for one thing, the song is not really that long, and the word in that first line might actually be "dark" or "sad" - and alas, Google offers no help. Still, I think you can see why this was so, er, memorable.)
