by: Anonymous Minstrel in Border Realms date: 1364 source: Polyhedron #141 (Ed Greenwood) I met a dark lass in darker On-deem, Spells a-fly, spells a-cry-o! She made me into a fish in a stream, And stole my coins away-o. I stood in the dawn a-drip and alone Spells a-fly, spells a-cry-o! Shivering with nary a scrap or a bone My dark lass gone away, all away-o. A passing bent farmer bid me good morn, Spells a-fly, spells a-cry-o! He said the good gods I shouldn’t so scorn, My dark lass gone away, all away-o. Love you she must’ve, goodman, said he, Spells a-fly, spells a-cry-o! For in mercy she left you two things of your own, Aye, I still had my life and my mind-o! Oh, spells a-fly, spells a-cry-o! My dark lass has gone away-o!
