This is my second attempt at a filk. This, again was inspired while at an event. I was providing entertainment at a Demo. The discussion of our medieval village came up and the comparison to Beauty and the Beast, the Disney move/production came into discussion. I was challenged to finish a filk using the SCA as a subject. Thus, the blow filk was born!
Filk By Sölveig Bjornadóttir
SCA it’s not a quiet village
No day like the one before
SCA full of Sca’dian people
Waking up to say
It’s War! It’s War! It’s War, It’s War, IT’S WAR!
There goes the blacksmith with their hammer like always
There goes the scribe with quill in hand
Every fighter’s armored up
“Hey don’t don’t forget your cup”
Oh look! There goes the water bearer too!
(Spoken)
Good morning M’Lord!
Good Morning young Bard! What are you up to today?
Well, you see I just finished composing this beautiful sonnet and-
That’s nice young Bard. Your excellencies are approaching, Ulfric, Hurry up!
Look there the bard goes, they are strange, no question
Dazed and astrayed, humming a tune
Never part of any crowd
Not even with a shroud
No denying they are funny ones those Bards
Look there that fencer goes they’re so peculiar
I wonder if they’re feeling well
With a dreamy, far-off look
Their rapier style’s school-book
A conundrum to the crowd, those who fence
Oh, ain’t the Queen amazing?
She my fav’rite part – you’ll see
Draped in her finest raiment
But wait to discover that in summer she’s viking!
Now it’s no wonder that they are always brewing
Their drinks have no parallel
At events that you should wend
There is no better blend
These distilers help to quell your thirst
Even if you think you’ll burst
These mixture masters help you quell your thirst
(Spoken)
Range is clear!
Wow! You didn’t miss a shot, Archer’s!
You’re the greatest archer’s in the whole world!
They know.
No fighter alive stands a chance against them. —
And no seamstress, for that matter.
It’s true
And they’ve got their sights set on the 60
The 60?
But seamstress’ they don’t even sho–
The most talented stitchers in town
That makes them the best.
And don’t we deserve the best?
Of course we do!
(sung)
Right from the moment when I met them, saw them
Their hats are gorgeous and I fell
With laurel leaves and pearls
Pelicans, no squirrels
So I’m making plans to woo and steal their hats
Look there
they go
They’ve got much bling
The knights and peers
I’ll be one too
Be still my heart
I’m hardly breathing
Maybe you should loosen your gorget
There goes the blacksmith with their hammer like always
There goes the scribe with quill in hand
It’s a pity and a sin
They don’t all quite fit in
‘Cause they really are a funny group
An amazing but a funny group
They really are a funny group
The SCA
Meddlings of the Minnesinger 