A very old one
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He was so filled with music,
He sung for big and small audiences
He made them glad, melancholy,
The Troubadour.
For the Knights in the Big Hall
He sang in bold and strong language
A long and bloody story
The Troubadour
But also the workmen in the shed
Heard his song full of adventure
By the nightly fire
The Troubadour
The Troubadour
And in the pub in the city
he sang a drinking song
For those who could still stand
And those who could not
The Troubadour
The Troubadour
Oh, lai, lalala, etc.
He sang for farmers on the land
a manly song of his own making
He belonged to every class
The Troubadour
The Troubadour
So he sang his whole life long
His own song, his own singing
But death goes its own way
The Troubadour
The Troubadour
Then it was quiet
The song had ended
With only some mud in the end
But those comforted by his song
Don't forget him
Because he was so full of music
He sang for big and small audiences
He made them glad, melancholy,
The Troubadour
Oh, Lai lalala etc.