Heather's Hound

words and music by Magdalene van den Velde


From Ireland there came a man of noble family
Well-versed in courtly graces, and martial quality
There's one thing about him, though, that's led to his renown
For when he gets a sword in hand, he just won't put it down

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Eogan! He really loves to play
Oh, he's not pleased unless he sees a hundred fights a day
His name is Eogan! He'll go a round or three
The überelf he calls himself and we all quite agree

With a rapier and a dagger he's the boldest in the land
He'll wrap his cloak right 'round your blade and loose it from your hand
Baton he'll use quite happily, and bucklers great or small
Oh, he really has no favorite, 'cause he'll fight you with them all

Chorus

In armor he will stand his ground and call out for a fight
He'll battle there with sword and shield through morning, noon, and night
When other men are on a knee, and panting for their life
There's just one thing can make him stop, and that's his lady wife

Chorus

You can send two men against him, but you'd better make it four
'Cause when he's finished fighting them, he'll just cry out for more
So send out all your army to meet him on the field
He'll chase them like the joyful hound he bears upon his shield

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