Needs and Vices:
Lyrics: Atkin
My woman she is but a pretty little thing
Just as fine as you ever did see
Eyes dark as ravens, breath as the wind,
Skin pale as the moon has she
But beauty the measure of her temper is
That first she kept concealed.
A will like the grasp of iron she has;
I discovered when the knot was sealed
I am a mighty warrior soul
Six feet tall at the shoulder
And she’ll never tame my drinking ways
No matter how many times I’ve told her!
Now I oft come home as sun doth rise
Four and twenty ales inside
I’d rather the swords of a thousand men
To the mercy of my bride
I may be partial to a maid or two
When the beers have took their toll
If she finds me out, and she surely will
I’ll be sleeping out in the snow
In Peace!
In War!
I set my oaths by heathen lore
By Sail!
By Oar!
‘Pon the waves or ‘pon the shore
No Drink!
No Whore!
Could still my heart forever more
By Axe!
By Sword!
The women are worth fighting for
I am a mighty warrior soul
Six feet tall at the shoulder
But she’ll never tame my whoring ways
No matter how many times I’ve told her!
I go out feasting with my brothers
When a battle has been won
Where mead shall run and daughters come
With which to make my merry fun
Though I tell her she won’t understand
That I like all who walk this land
Have needs and vices near at hand
My crime – to be a mortal man
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
I am a mighty warrior soul
Six feet tall at the shoulder
And she’ll never tame my drinking ways
No matter how many times I’ve told her!
