Re: Looking for lyrics

["Randy Dees" <rrd@amherst.com>]

Poster: "Randy Dees" <rrd@amherst.com>

The lyrics are available at Master Ioseph's site:

www.locksley.com/locksley/songbk.htm

It is pretty busy so it may take some time.  There is a lot of neat stuff 
there, though.

I got through - this is cut from the above site.


               I'LL SEE YOUR SIX!
        (c) copyright 1993 W.J. Bethancourt III
           (Tune: "The Sleeping Scotsman")

 A lovely lady went one night to a revel in the East
 With dancing and with singing, with wine and Roasted Beast
 When the revel came unto an end, she started out for home
 Wrapped well in her woolen cloak, and walking all alone.

 CHORUS: The things you will run into, the people that you meet
         Walking all alone upon a New York City street!

 Now, New York City's not a place for walking in the dark
 Not in the streets and alleys and especially not the Park
 But off she went most happily, without a single care
 Wrapped up in her woolen cloak, all in the midnight air.

 A street-tough jumped in front of her, with three friends in the night And
 pulled a six-inch switchblade, that glittered in the light He waved it
 underneath her nose, and said with fiendish glee: "Give me all your money,
 girl, this is a robbery!"

 She gazed upon the switchblade, and smiled a happy smile
 Said "Boy, you ain't got any brains, and lack a sense of style!
 You're standing where I want to walk, please move out of my way!"
 The tough said "Girl, I'll cut you, and rob you anyway!"

 All wrapped up in her woolen cloak, her garb was quite unseen
 Her hands were hidden out of sight, and so was chain-mail's gleam...
 She said "Now, go rob someone else, my money stays with me!"
 He said, "I'll take your money with my six-inch snickersnee!"

 The lady's smile got bigger, the robber took a swing
 The chain-mail took the blow; the lady didn't feel a thing!
 She pulled a Kirby broadsword, the robber's soul to shrive,
 And grinned and said, "I'll see your six, and raise you thirty-five!"

 The bandit gazed upon the sword, and then upon his knife
 He turned and ran, with his three friends, a-running for his life!
 Don't think a lady's easy, don't think she's helpless prey,
 Especially if she is a fighter in the SCA!

 Now if you don't believe my song, then ask the lady fair
 With Cheshire Cat upon her shield, a blazon very rare:
 Sir Trude is her name, me lads, if she should pass your way;
 The very first of the Lady Knights within the SCA!

           (yes, folks, it -really- happened!)


> 
> Poster: Corun MacAnndra <corun@access.digex.net>
> 
> Greetings to the Patrons of the Merry Rose,
> 
> I have had a request from someone for the lyrics to an SCA filk song
> called "I'll See Your Six." This is apparently about that apocryphal
> story of someone being mugged at knifepoint while leaving an event
> and carrying their sword under their cloak (I'll see your six inched
> and raise you thirty).
> 
> If anyone (Efen?) has these lyrics, please email them to me. Or, if
> you know where they're archived, please point me to it. My thanks
> in advance.
> 
> In service,
> Corun
> 
> --
>      Corun MacAnndra   |   Dark Horde by birth   |   Moritu by choice
> Though we are not now that strength, which in old days moved earth and heaven,
> that which we are, we are. One equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time
> and fates, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield. 
> 
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