Good King O’dran

.:Good King O’dran:.

(A drinking song, a requiem, composed for the grandfather of the current Queen of Gralamire)

Lead in
Now king O’dran lived in frozen lands,
Up north where the cold winds howl,
His feast hall food was good, my friends.
The mead was sweet and the singing loud.

Chorus
Hail, hail good King O’dran,
Whose gut was ne’re denied.
Whose feast hall welcomed strangers in,
A hall ne’re cold inside.

Verse 1
Food for his gut that’s ne’re denied.
Mead for his gut that&’s ne’re denied.
Girls for his loving arms spread wide,
And loud, loud song for his heart inside.

Chorus
Hail, hail good King O’dran,
Whose gut was ne’re denied.
Whose feast hall welcomed strangers in,
A hall ne’re cold inside.

Verse 2
Food that’s rich for his girth so wide
Venison, bear and more beside,
Delicate fruits and sweet, sweetmeats,
And loud, loud song bids the stranger inside.

Chorus
Hail, hail good King O’dran,
Whose gut was ne’re denied.
Whose feast hall welcomed strangers in,
A hall ne’re cold inside.

Verse 3
Mead that’s sweet for his girth so big,
Ale and wine on these he’d pig,
These heady draughts he’d drink all day,
And stranger, serf or warrior, say

Chorus
Hail, hail good King O’dran,
Whose gut was ne’re denied.
Whose feast hall welcomed strangers in,
A hall ne’re cold inside.

Reprise (Spoken softly)
The old king lies on his dying bed,
As death’s soft feet inside they creep.
So go quickly to the hall my friend
(Last line is shouted)
And bring him a cup of mead that’s sweet!

Final chorus
So fondly hail good King O’dran,
Whose gut is now denied.
Who’s feast hall welcomed strangers in.
A hall now cold inside.