Beggar at the Feast
Original tune(lyrics only)
| | Am | D |
| He was | just a little | beggar man, | |
| | F | G |
| With | nothing but a song in his | heart. | |
| | D | Am |
| He | went out to find his | fortune, | |
| | F | G |
| To | follow and take fate's | arm. | |
| | A | G |
| And there were | wine and women and | song, | |
| | D | G |
| And the | glory of the | road. | |
| | Am | D |
| But for | all that he | found there, | |
| | E | G | D |
| His he | art did not | unfold. | |
| | Am | D |
| He res | cued a maiden | fair, |
| | F | G |
| The dra | gons all | lay slain, |
| | D | Am |
| She took | him home | to father, |
| | F | G |
| And it's | there he | remained. |
| | A | G |
| And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| | D | G |
| And the | glory of the | court. |
| | Am | D |
| But for | all that he | found there, |
| | E | G | D |
| His he | art still came up | short. | |
| | Am | D |
| For he | was blindly | seeking |
| | A | G |
| But it | took him time to | find his heart, |
| | E | G | D |
| Took | years to hear his | song. |
| | D | Am |
| One night | as they sat | feasting |
| | F | G |
| He heard | a minstrel | play: |
| | Am | D |
| There was | a little | beggar man |
| | C | G |
| And he | jumped up on the | table, |
| | C | G |
| He | tried to sing | along, |
| | D | Am |
| It sho | cked the | court, |
| E | G | D |
| But finally, he | knew where he'd gone | wrong. | |
| | A | G |
| And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| | D | G |
| But it | was the last | he sought. |
| | Am | D |
| And he | went to take up the min | strel's life, |
| | E | G | D |
| To learn | the tunes he | taught. | |
| | A | G |
| And there were | wine and women and | song, |
| | D | G |
| In the | taverns and the | bars. |
| | Am | D |
| Some | times you take the | longest path |
| | E | G | D |
| To | wind up where you | are. | |
Yes, I've definitely got a thing about cyclical bard stories ... 