Aesa's Brawl

Lyrics & Music:
Andrew Heinrich

Lyrics: pdf

Wand'ring here wand'ring there,
I a man quite lost at sea
My heart in pieces three
Lost to waves and to moonlight
Upon a star-clad sea
My freedom chaining me



I had never learned to dance
My feet for polished decks were meant
they only knew the one-two-three of steel
I'd lost my way on the back of an ocean cold and wide
My heart chained beneath my keel



'Twas a lonely day in port in a tavern by the sea
My wine my only friend
When a herald busted in, wearing road-worn royal arms
Her command he quickly read:



“I've a mind to go and dance
My feet for ballroom floors were meant
I long to hear that one-two-three-four brawl,
If you've a way on the back of a horse so bonny bright
You'll escort me to that ball."



By god, I was a man who was loyal to his crown
I would meet my duty's call
I quickly stole the fastest stallion I could find
And made my way out to the hall



But I had never learned to dance
My feet for polished decks were meant
They'd only known the one-two-three of steel
I made my way to the hall
All aglow in golden light
Where my queen brought me to heal



Now it did not take me long
To learn the music and the steps
For I could not disgrace my friend
There was a brawl and a nag
And before I knew it all
My torn up heart was on the mend



For I had never learned to dance
My feet for polished decks were meant
I'd only known the one-two-three of steel
With just a smile and a nudge
My queen had danced away my doubts
And I found again I could feel



Now the rhythm all around is the beat of battle drums
My queen stands sorely pressed
The foeman stands around,
I see their blades gleam in the sun
And she and I stand two abreast



For she taught me how to dance
My feet for polished decks were meant
By god, they know the one-two-three of steel
And if you dare take up a blade against this lady while I live
Than you'll do best to flee or yield



For she taught us how to dance
Our feet for polished decks were meant
By God they know the one-two-three of steel
And if you dare take up a blade against this lady while we live
Then you'll do best to flee or yield!



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