A Song By The Hearth Lyrics - Theatre Of Tragedy

"E'er and anon, thence hither - 

Yore of this glum gauntness. 

Ye eavesdroppest to my plea - 

Tarry not thy fealty! 

Stint this bereavement dear friend! - 

Wherefore dreegh me? 

Nay leech, nay witch, 

Doth but to cede my pall!" 

Harness gilded, steed mounted. 

Stern - I deem - a sire of conquer. 

Alack! - Solely bethought - 

Mayhap a song by the hearth?! 

Uncouth esquire parch'd my veins - 

Drat this sapling-drag! - Fray me! - 

And heed me! - Aye! - Be naught! - 

Should ye muster daggers in thy brow! 

"Fare well! - my kinsmen - 

I have drunk my last ale - 

Eat and drink well - 

O! - Behold my final skirmish." 

Crops be irk'd by draught - 

Kinsmen waylain by robbers - 

Kine of thine stampeding - 

Curse thee fore'ermore! 

Until then ne'er will I drink wine, 

Nor shall I feel the melodious taste of honey!