Ballad of King Harnold

Lyrics

There's a pale bard singing at the keep's gate With a tender tune for the king they await Oh, Harnold of lore, king of dapple and quirk to his split keyboards his fingers doth work [Chorus] 'Twixt the verse, the strings of the lute held warmly Famed Harnold, famed Harnold, king of the dorks solely

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