Sun is in the grassy field and
Moon is in the meadow.
Wind is dancing in the leaves and
In the river's bed-o.
Bow ye twice to the fine old dame
That is summer's daughter.
Sit ye down for a tale or two
Where good ale flows like water.
There's a Halfling I once knew
Finger's fast as his heart was true.
When the horn of battle blew,
He was right behind us, through and through
Sometimes by a mile or two…
And heading bravely homeward-o.
Said this Halfling "It's no lie;
I could steal the white stars from the sky
And hang them on a line to dry."
"That would be very true," said I.
"If they weren't up quite so high…
And you not quite so lowly-o."
Sun is in the grassy field and
Moon is in the meadow.
Wind is dancing in the leaves and
In the river's bed-o.
Bow ye twice to the fine old dame
That is summer's daughter.
Sit ye down for a tale or two
Where good ale flows like water.
He looked at me with a madman's grin
"Oh lass, I'll lay you a wager then.
I'll steal those stars, if you do ken,
And put them all back up again
Lined up to spell my name-o."
I laughed and called that wager fair.
"Two hundred says you'll never dare
To climb so far up in the air
And if you attempt that celestial lair…
You'll break your silly neck-o."
Sun is in the grassy field and
Moon is in the meadow.
Wind is dancing in the leaves and
In the river's bed-o.
Bow ye twice to the fine old dame
That is summer's daughter.
Sit ye down for a tale or two
Where good ale flows like water.
Suns did set and moons did rise,
Imagine this poor bard's surprise,
What did she see before her eyes?
But not a one star in the sky
That did not spell his name-o.
"Well lass, I call our terms agreed.
You see, I have just done the deed.
And now I have one simple need:
Please pay the sum, and pass the mead
For thieven's thirsty work-o"
Sun is in the grassy field and
Moon is in the meadow.
Wind is dancing in the leaves and
In the river's bed-o.
Bow ye twice to the fine old dame
That is summer's daughter.
Sit ye down for a tale or two
Where good ale flows like water.
I shook my head, a charming grin.
"Dear sir, your payback may be thin.
Forgive me this one mortal sin
I really don't think you can win…
For you've misspelled your name-o."
He looked up once and twice and thrice,
He said "Oh great, if that ain't nice…"
He sighed "Well, damn. That's the fall o' the dice.
I think I need to go find some ice…
For both my poor head and my whiskey-o."
Spit in the palm and call it done;
We've swapped our tales and had our fun.
Two hundred gold as good as won.
Maybe next time I'll ask for the sun
Or the moon to weave into my hair-o.
Sun is in the grassy field and
Moon is in the meadow.
Wind is dancing in the leaves and
In the river's bed-o.
Bow ye twice to the fine old dame
That is summer's daughter.
Sit ye down for a tale or two
Where good ale flows like water.