The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

Song of Troubadors

In the public house to die
Is my resolution;
Let wine to my lips be nigh
At life's dissolution;
That will make the angel's cry
With glad elocution;
Grant this toper, God on high,
Grace and absolution.

Submitter comment:

Informant told me this one night we were watching a movie about knights.

Where learned: informant's home