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* in cordor a begger can be seen form time to time, his ragged worn clothing warped in a hood and cloak, leaning against a wall hear and there, he swigs from a flask and smells like old stale ale, he sways from side to side and burps and snorts*

"spare a coin lad"

"spare some cutter for me brother aye"

"Ill sing ye a song for some crowns that clink"

I'll sing you a song of peace and love, Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. To the land that reigns all lands above. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. May peace and plenty be her share Who kept our homes from want and care, Godds bless Cordor is our prayer. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. So we say, Hip Hooray! Come and listen while we pray. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

When we were savage, fierce and wild She came like a mother to her child. She gently raised us from the slime Kept our hands from hellish crime, And sent us to Celestia in her own good time.

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. So we say, Hip Hooray! Come and listen while we pray. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Now our fathers oft were very bad boys. bow and pikes are dangerous toys. From the frontire to bedir dal They made poor amia weep her fill, But ould cordor loves us still!

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. So we say, Hip Hooray! Come and listen while we pray. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Now cordorians, forget the past! And think of the time that's coming fast. When we shall all be civilized, Neat and clean and well-advised. And won't Amia be surprised?

Whack fol the diddle all the di do day. So we say, Hip Hooray! Come and listen while we pray. Whack fol the diddle all the di do day.

Jack hears rumours of this singing beggar, his only reply is with a smile.

It's about time we had some joyous singing in this old city.

*being common practice int he past few weeks a poor beggar man sits on the corner street asking for a spare coin or two, often smelling of a cheap liquor , he sings a song or two and sways about, at times he seems def, and half blind,*

Of all the trades in Cordor, a-beggin' is the best For when a beggar's tired, You can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye. I got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I got patches on me cloak, and black patch on me knee. When you come to take me home, I'll drink as well as thee. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go

I got a pocket for me ... and another for me malt I got a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I sleep beneath an open tree, and there I pay no rent. Providence provides for me, and I am well content. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell. Who would be a king then when beggars live so well. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

Of all the trades in Cordor, a-begging is the best. For when a beggar's tired, you can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

Radilith Hax comes running down the street getting another bowl of soup every once in a while as he hears the old begger sings.

* It seems the old coot is still signing his tunes and begging for jink though he has been absent a while it seems that his gold or ale has run out an he is indeed in need of gold once more*

The gypsy rover came over the hill. Down through the valley so shady, He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day, Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gates. She left her own fine lover .She left her servants and her state .To follow the gypsy rover.

Her father saddled up his fastest steed And roamed the valleys all over Sought his daughter at great speed And the whistling gypsy rover.

Ah-de-do, ah-de-do-da-day, Ah-de-do, ah-de-da-ay He whistled and he sang 'til the greenwoods rang, And he won the heart of a lady.

He came at last to a mansion fine, Down by the river Claydee. And there was music and there was wine, For the gypsy and his lady.

"He is no gypsy, my father" she said "But lord of these lands all over, And I shall stay 'til my dying day With my whistling gypsy rover."

Old Danny was in cordor again today, though not for long. He sat by the temple as he always dose an asked a few passing stranges for there spare change, an then it seemed a guard approached, one who wished to mock old Danny critical condition with fool notions of magic spells that could fix it all, an that she feels he could fight in pits with a wooden leg. Old Danny was shocked an perhaps somewhat afraid.

There were those who were kind, an offered him a little gold an some food, an so he left before this greaycloak got out of hand with her insisting he dose not have to be a beggar, and so old danny vanished into the night once more.

*today Old Danny did sit on the street when a fella to true an nice did offer his spice and the next thing ya know they were buddies, they had a drink and a good song between em and then go arrested for nuffin.

of all the trades in Cordor, a-beggin' is the best For when a beggar's tired, You can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I got a pocket for me oatmeal, and another for me rye. I got a bottle by me side to drink when I am dry. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I got patches on me cloak, and black patch on me knee. When you come to take me home, I'll drink as well as thee. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go

I got a pocket for me ... and another for me malt I got a pair of little crutches, you should see how I can halt. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I sleep beneath an open tree, and there I pay no rent. Providence provides for me, and I am well content. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

I fear no plots against me. I live an open cell. Who would be a king then when beggars live so well. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

Of all the trades in Cordor, a-begging is the best. For when a beggar's tired, you can lay him down to rest. And a-begging I will go, a-begging I will go.

*Old danny did say, i aint don nufin today those charged are outright lies, i just been drinking and sinning mi songs and you want to lock poor Danny up !, he mate Sir Devin stepd in and joke spat from him, an soon they were both in a cell..

An so it seemed that Old danny was locked up again. but these charged cant surly stick, old danny didn't do nufin but be drunk and rowdy, and a little bit of running away. cant say anyone would do any different from these crazy Grey cloaks, took lessons from banites i say i say.

Sometime later Danny did his last walk through his city, through his home escorted by his new found friend Devin, apparently just being drunk and having a good time was an offense that could cost you 600,000 CROWNS, and a ban from the city. This beggar would not be back for a while, an all the fun he had was left behind him..

Danny wicked rp buddy. Adapt and thrive!

Old danny has found himself like many times before, washed up and used up, sitting outside bendir dale, his songs not as jolly as they once were an yet a familiar face he finds, Devon and a warm campfire to share, perhaps old Danny's luck is looking up. An yet Danny is not adventure, Danny aint any good with a sword an yet the old coot did follow Devon into the frey that day in hopes of regaining spoils lost in cordor, but did Danny ever come back.

[Cordor] A beggers song.

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