Sad Song

[edh@ascc01.ascc.att.com (Alfredo el Bufon)]

I would like to sing a sad song about a fighter who bought,
at the very beginning of his career, a magical suit of armor,
made from the hide of the Unicorn (which Herr Albrecht Duerer
has so cunningly shown us), which was totally impenetrable
_except_ to a lance made of the _horn_ of the Unicorn.  I begin.

  My mama done told me,
  When I got this armor,
  My mama done told me, "Son,
  A fight is a sweet thing
  When your side is winning,
  But not all battles are won.
  The day will come you face
  That getting run through
  Is sure to produce
  The blues in a night."

  I, imperilled,
  Dying,
  Hear the herald
  Crying,
  "Oyez!
  He whose armor rattles
  Finally lost a battle.
  Oyez!"
  And "oyez" to "oyez"
  The clickety-clack
  Was echoing back
  The blues of a knight.

  I have been curs'd.
  This is the worst
  Fate than a man can ever meet,
  When he cannot deal with defeat.
  Had I lost fights
  Before I might
  Have learn'd to take my death in stride,
  But I have never died,
  So I'm beat!

  From Natchez to Mobile,
  From Memphis to St. Joe,
  Wherever be cataphracts,
  I've fought in some big wars,
  And won every combat,
  But know I must face the facts:
  I'm not a good loser,
  And now that I've lost
  I must pay the cost:
  The blues of a knight.

  My mama was right;
  There's blues in the knight.

I think it still needs some work with the place names.
Does anyone here have any ideas?

-- Alfredo

-- 
Alfredo el Bufon
Elvegast, Windmaster's Hill, Atlantia
edh@ascc01.ascc.att.com
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anat.ro.pous \*-'na-tr*-p*s\ aj : having the ovule inverted
so that the micropyle is bent down to the funiculus to which
the body of the ovule is united.
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