Oh, list thee well, good gentlefolk,

a tale I weave both bright and bold,

of one who strays where wild winds call,

with lute in hand and heart enthralled.

Through castle halls and taverns grim,

mine voice dost charm both knight and king,

yet ne'er shall chains nor gilded halls

doth claim a soul that roameth free.

🎵 Sing hey! Sing ho! The road dost call!

With wine and gold, I'll spend it all!

A bard am I, both sly and free,

and none shall ever capture me! 🎵

The lady fair, she weepeth soft,

for I must go ere morning’s frost,

a kiss I leave upon her hand,

yet no love binds the roving man.

The guards may chase, the priests may curse,

yet still I play my merry verse,

for coin, for love, for jest and glee,

none can outrun a song like me!

🎵 Sing hey! Sing ho! The road dost call!

With wine and gold, I'll spend it all!

A bard am I, both sly and free,

and none shall ever capture me! 🎵

"Lo! Beware the roguish bard,

for he shall steal thy heart, thy purse,

and leave thee naught but melody

to haunt thy dreams till time doth fade!"

🎵 Sing hey! Sing ho! The tale lives on!

A wandering soul ‘til life is gone!

With lute in hand and tales untold,

a bard’s true worth is more than gold! 🎵