Death of a Ranger
Gammon is getting drunk and singing into the Handy Haver Sack where
we stuffed Failariel's body.
When we rangers ride the trail / In sunshine, wind or snow or hail
We're always ready / We're true and steady.
There's a friendly laugh, a joke, / We're cheery until we see an orc,
And then we'll fight, sir, / To get it right, sir.
We never leave a fight till no ork is to be seen;
Our job's to guard the lame, and to keep our linen clean.
We're all pals together, /Comrades, birds of a feather
Rootin' pals, tootin' pals, / Ridin' pals, fightin' pals.
In rain or sunshine.
Pals! Say there brother, / Pull for each other --
Always play the game, fight the for the lame
For we all belong to the order of the Rangers
posted by Black Hand Annalist at 9:14 PM
2 Comments:
Tina Fey comes to mind. Rumours of Failariel's death were greatly exaggerated as she returned, somewhat worse for the experience. Perhaps we all were somehow tainted by it, but Failariel was most definitely touched by something on the other side. Perhaps instead of praying for her soul I should be praying for ours.
Tina Fey...get it..Fey.. heh.. oh, nevermind.
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