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The Man Who Would Not Die

The Honourable Baron Justinian Clarus

Songs by Yang 3.3 Prince Kildare

Prince Kildare was a man so rare, and a man so rare was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his minstrels three.
"Alas, my love," sang the minstrels. "Melancholy men are we.
And there's none so rare as can compare
With the prince and his minstrels three."

Prince Kildare was a man so rare, and a man so rare was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his seneshals three.
"Farble, farble, farble," said the seneschals. "Necessary men are we.
And there's none so rare as can compare
With the prince's bureaucracy."

Prince Kildare was a man so rare and a man so rare was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
and he called for his shieldmen three.
"Beer, beer, beer," cried the shieldmen. "Merry, merry men are we,
And there's none so rare as can compare
With the prince's infantry."

Now Justinian was a son-of-a-gun, and a son-of-a-gun was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his heralds three.
"Scotch, scotch, scotch," cried the heralds. "Merry, merry men are we.
We're proud to swear we don't compaer
With the prince's infantry."