The Harbor Brawl

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As I approached the Swindling Serpent full of beer and gin
The sound of lively music echoed from within
Below the weathered sign stood a crowd from far and wide
I carved a path to the door and forced my way inside
I sneered in anger when I saw them standing by the fire
Three smug bastards leading their lame, deluded choir
I shall draw first blood, I thought, and break free of fate's cage
So, I reached into the band's tip jar and saw their eyes glow hot with rage
Come one, come all to the Harbor Brawl
And watch a real-life scoundrel fall
Paddy-o, collect your wits 'cause before you can blink
Your ass is going in the drink
Chaos then erupted as a fight song filled the air
I climbed onto the stage, and someone smashed me with a chair
Reeling from the strike, the tavern walls became a blur
But I charged at the pianist, not to be deterred
In the scuffle, the lute player clocked me in the nose
The pianist kicked me in the groin as he licked his wounds and rose
The fiddler's weapon met my skull; I saw a million stars
And realized I'd miscalculated when I attacked the Bards
Come one, come all to the Harbor Brawl
And watch a real-life scoundrel fall
Paddy-o, collect your wits 'cause before you can blink
Your ass is going in the drink
As I came to I smelled salt on the breeze
Then glimpsed the blackness of the harbor leading out to sea
I saw the hands round my wrists and knew what would come to pass
I lashed out at my captors but they held me tight and fast
I cursed the fortuneteller as I tumbled through the air
And vowed I'd return with a vengeance and a flair
As I hit the water I cursed Fate and her silly whims
And prayed to the god of wine that I wasn't too drunk to swim
Now, where were we before that oaf rained on our parade?
You came as soldiers battered, bruised, and broken from the fray
You may see yourselves as cowards, but for us you stood and fought
And showed our common enemy exactly what he wrought
So, let's all refill our cups and revel in his plight
And make it known a bard always beats a jester in a fight
Sweet Paddy-o never knew when he sought to wreck our night
That he would be the one to lift our spirits high
We came, we saw the Harbor Brawl
We watched a real-life scoundrel fall
We'll ambush the Volsung, and before they can blink
Their asses are going in the drink
Yes, their asses are going in the drink

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