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Baldwin of Erebor
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The Gage of War
here once was a herald of Scottish disguise Successful in war and in love But his claim to renown, if the stories are true, Was his habit of dropping his glove.
It began on a Twelfth Night a few years ago He came as a guest of the King The boards were all set, the torches aglow, And the minstrels had started to sing.
He paused for a moment to straighten his cloak And his gauntlet fell onto the floor He bent to retrieve it, and when he arose, He found he had started a war.
The monarch was livid, his choler arose To battle his forces he led Two armies engaged, grim battle they waged, And soon seven thousand were dead.
But the herald survived, alive and unharmed Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Albeit a trifle chagrined But a bare six months later his gage took a fall And it started all over again.
Thereafter, mere sight of this gentleman's glove Was enough to provoke a melee And had not his wife at last hit on a plan We'd none of us be here today.
His gauntlets she bound with a stout piece of cord Which she threaded apace through his sleeves Her stratagem worked, and no more were young maids Of their new-wedded husbands bereaved.
So now let us toast this remarkable lord Whose gauntlets were wont to aggrieve And here's to his wife who had the good sense To sew the things onto his sleeves
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