The Wenches’ Drinking Song
Words & music © 1999 Ginger Hulsopple This one is a little unusual.  When the Fan Song was written, the melody stuck in my mind – and the result was that two days later, I filked my own song!  I guess that is what makes me a musical ferret!  I have also written verses for the characters at Scarborough Faire and Hawkwood Medieval Fantasy Faire...

       Am                                      E7
 So here's to the ladies who drink with the men
           Am             Dm              Am   E7   Am
Take heed of the mug that is lifted by a Wen-----CH!
 

          C                                                     G
Oh! Tom he had an  elbow that could hoist a keg of beer
         Am                                      E7
And never you saw him, lest a pub was near...
        Am             G                        F            E7
But Molly, she bested him in a drinking bout
                  Am            E7         Am
Now he's hoisting a babe so dear!

           C                                          G
Now Fergus was a man who preferred his whisky neat
             Am                               E7
And a gallon or more was to him no feat
                  Am                   G                           F            E7
Then he chanced to be challenged by Nadalia the maid,
              Am         E7       Am
Now he sits in a family seat!

               C                                               G
Young Angus - he was strong and he was so fond of mead
  Am                                        E7
Many a golden drop of that nectar he freed
           Am        G               F                      E7
Till a buxom wench did beat him at the cup
              Am            E7          Am
Now he has five mouths to feed!

           C                                            G
Oh! Sasha was a dragon and he had a mighty thirst
                 Am                             E7
When it came to drinking, he always finished first
      Am               G              F                       E7
Except for the night that Kaitlyn got him down
               Am           E7                    Am
Now he fears his scaly head will burst!

    C                                        G
Siridien was a man who brewed the best of all
               Am                                  E7
And at sampling his wares, he never took a fall
             Am                    G                   F               E7
Till the night a young maid put him under the board
                  Am            E7              Am
Now she keeps him busy at her hall.

             C                                         G
There was a barbarian and his name was Bear
          Am                                             E7
He thought he was the best of the drinkers there
          Am            G                F      E7
Till a winsome maid at his table sat
                 Am                    E7           Am
Now he's tangled in her long black hair.

            C                                                  G
Oh! Slaughter he could brew and he certainly could drink
       Am                                                 E7
No one could out-do him when the glasses did clink
                 Am                 G              F                  E7
He was brought down low by a brown haired lass
                  Am             E7                Am
Now he's working to keep her in mink!

                 C                                                  G
Now the men of our kingdoms who are drinkers all
                   Am                                        E7
When it comes to chuggin' they are champions tall
                 Am                           G                    F            E7
But the wenches have them beat, hands down, you see
             Am                    E7    Am
For the cup makes an easy fall!

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