Brother Can Ye Spare a Plat?

Introduction: A play on the song "Brother Can You Spare a Dime", Therrilliar wrote this song during a particularly hot Elanthian summer day when she had been singing her heart out on the streets of Crossing and had not gotten a single copper in tip. Given Taelbert charged almost half a gold for each drink, Therrilliar got more angry as her throat got drier.

In response, she wrote this song.

 

Forgive me friends but I'm a bard
and my life, though fulfilling, is rather hard
I sing and play and compose all day
I get lots of applause but no damned pay!

Busking away in the dusty town street
trying to keep up a rapid downbeat
people just blithely pass me by
without a "hey", and without a "hi"

My throat is parched, my mouth is dry
but Taelbert's prices are much too high
if I don't drink soon I am gonna die
so please kind sir note my empty hat
Brother can ye spare a plat?

Now a plat's a lot, in this we're agreed
but its Taelbert's fault, that man is full of greed!
it costs more for a nip than a sword and a bow
how a bard's to stay drunk I do not know!

A sober bard! What a pitiful sight
it's enough to give your kids a fright!
bards play best when they are full
of rum or grog or apple mull

My throat is parched, my mouth is dry
but Taelbert's prices are much too high
if I don't drink soon I am gonna die
so please kind sir note my empty hat
Brother can ye spare a plat?

In ale the fount of creativity
that's why drink's a bard's proclivity
if ye do enjoy our tunes so truly
then wine's the thing lest we become unruly

Warriors fight and Mages think
Thieves do steal but Bards they drink
if ye wish our tunes to fill the land
then ye must give us a helping hand

My Throat is parched, my mouth is dry
but Taelbert's prices are much too high
if I don't drink soon I am gonna die
so please kind sir note my empty hat
Brother can ye spare a plat?

 

Script [may be used by any bard as long as Therrilliar is credited]

#Song-Brother Can Ye Spare a Plat?

put say Here is a song all bards can relate too, by Therrilliar d'Onlor

pause 5

put sing Forgive me friends but I'm a bard;and my life, though fulfilling, is rather hard;I sing and play and compose all day;I get lots of applause but no damned pay!

pause 18

put sing Busking away in the dusty town street;trying to keep up a rapid downbeat;people just blithely pass me by;without a "hey", and without a "hi"

pause 18

put sing My throat is parched, my mouth is dry;but Taelbert's prices are much too high;if I don't drink soon I am gonna die;so please kind sir note my empty hat;Brother can ye spare a plat?

pause 20

put sing Now a plat's a lot, in this we're agreed;but its Taelbert's fault, that man is full of greed!;it costs more for a nip than a sword and a bow;how a bard's to stay drunk I do not know!

pause 18

put sing A sober bard! What a pitiful sight;it's enough to give your kids a fright!;bards play best when they are full;of rum or grog or apple mull

pause 18

put sing My throat is parched, my mouth is dry;but Taelbert's prices are much too high;if I don't drink soon I am gonna die;so please kind sir note my empty hat;Brother can ye spare a plat?

pause 18

put sing In ale the fount of creativity;that's why drink's a bard's proclivity;if ye do enjoy our tunes so truly;then wine's the thing lest we become unruly

pause 18

put sing Warriors fight and Mages think;Thieves do steal but Bards they drink;if ye wish our tunes to fill the land;then ye must give us a helping hand

pause 18

put sing My Throat is parched, my mouth is dry;but Taelbert's prices are much too high;if I don't drink soon I am gonna die;so please kind sir note my empty hat;Brother can ye spare a plat?

 

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