The Drunk & The Dragon ~Locklin the Brave~

traditional nordic folk, drinking song, bardic violin, stomping and clapping beat, many male vocals

(Instrumental)

Ol' Locklin the Brave was the town’s worst disgrace,
Wine on his breath and a bruise on his face,
He swore he’d fought dragons in valleys flung far,
Then forgot in a heartbeat just where they are.

He weren’t no lord and he weren’t no knight,
He couldn’t even stay standing half o' the night,
But he’d pound on the table and swear it was true,
Then fall off the bench when his boasting was through.

(Instrumental)

(Crowd Chorus)
Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!)
Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!)
Drank its fire and stained it red!
That’s the tale old Locklin said!

The farmer threw food and the baker threw jeers,
We’d heard all his battles for a thousand long years,
“I’d kill another if one came through!”
We’d laugh and buy the fool his brew.

But one bitter evening the sky turned to flame,
Down from the mountain a real dragon came,
Its shadow fell heavy, its breath burned the ground,
We ran for the doors and we barred up the town.

(Instrumental)

(Crowd Chorus)
Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!)
Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!)
Drank its fire and stained it red!
That’s the tale old Locklin said!

Men prayed in the doorways and feared for their graves,
All courage was gone from the bold and the brave,
All save for the drunk with a bottle near smashed,
Who staggered out shouting, “Your fight’s come at last!”

The dragon struck once and it threw him aside,
Tossed him like a toy and laughed when he cried,
But Locklin stood back up, bleeding and slow,
Too stubborn to run, and too drunk to know!

(Instrumental)

(Crowd Chorus)
Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!)
Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!)
Drank its fire and stained it red!
That’s the tale old Locklin said!

It flung him through brush and cold river clear,
Through nameless old tangles of biting Drakenwyr,
The dragon crashed in and its hard scales went slack,
Yet Locklin came roaring and would not fall back.

The beast breathed its last breath,
And Locklin stood blinking with death,
He spat out a tooth and said, “Ale, if you please,”
Calm as a man who was easy to please.

Now some say he lied and some say he was true,
And some say blind luck carried him through,
But all raise their cups when the fiddle is played,
And sing of the drunk and the dragon he slayed.

(Final Chorus)
Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!)
Split its scales and smashed its head!
Drank its fire and stained it red!

And this time… ale-soaked and hale
There was a tiny bit o' truth 
to the old drunks tale

(Instrumental)

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(Instrumental) Ol' Locklin the Brave was the town’s worst disgrace, Wine on his breath and a bruise on his face, He swore he’d fought dragons in valleys flung far, Then forgot in a heartbeat just where they are. He weren’t no lord and he weren’t no knight, He couldn’t even stay standing half o' the night, But he’d pound on the table and swear it was true, Then fall off the bench when his boasting was through. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!) Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!) Drank its fire and stained it red! That’s the tale old Locklin said! The farmer threw food and the baker threw jeers, We’d heard all his battles for a thousand long years, “I’d kill another if one came through!” We’d laugh and buy the fool his brew. But one bitter evening the sky turned to flame, Down from the mountain a real dragon came, Its shadow fell heavy, its breath burned the ground, We ran for the doors and we barred up the town. (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!) Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!) Drank its fire and stained it red! That’s the tale old Locklin said! Men prayed in the doorways and feared for their graves, All courage was gone from the bold and the brave, All save for the drunk with a bottle near smashed, Who staggered out shouting, “Your fight’s come at last!” The dragon struck once and it threw him aside, Tossed him like a toy and laughed when he cried, But Locklin stood back up, bleeding and slow, Too stubborn to run, and too drunk to know! (Instrumental) (Crowd Chorus) Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!) Split its scales and smashed its head! (So he said!) Drank its fire and stained it red! That’s the tale old Locklin said! It flung him through brush and cold river clear, Through nameless old tangles of biting Drakenwyr, The dragon crashed in and its hard scales went slack, Yet Locklin came roaring and would not fall back. The beast breathed its last breath, And Locklin stood blinking with death, He spat out a tooth and said, “Ale, if you please,” Calm as a man who was easy to please. Now some say he lied and some say he was true, And some say blind luck carried him through, But all raise their cups when the fiddle is played, And sing of the drunk and the dragon he slayed. (Final Chorus) Oh, Locklin the Brave fought a dragon! (So he said!) Split its scales and smashed its head! Drank its fire and stained it red! And this time… ale-soaked and hale There was a tiny bit o' truth to the old drunks tale (Instrumental)

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