Within the Wandering Billy, a lute plays- one of questionable skill. It would appear a bard has been singing the same song, for quite some time.
Allow me to regale, a most virtuous tale, of the brave Tiberiu, a splendid male,
Tiberiu the brave- who never did quail:
sitting in peace drinking his ale,when bursting through the door,
with a shrieking wail,calling for her savior, Tiberiu leapt from the floor!
Without any doubt, our hero set out, to save the day once more
behind his back his merry band, who’d prove to be quite a bore
With wit and charms as his only arms, our savior breached the Pass
Into the cave journeyed Tiberiu the brave, and his men who were quite alarmed
though stout in heart, at once they were disarmed!
“Beware of the shadows, ambushes and guile. The devils are coming to add to their pile…”
At once pounced the beasts, from up and below,
wanting to eat them all, from head to toe,
whilst the weakhearts fled, only Tiberiu could face the foe.
Although wounded in flesh and his virtue intact,
he carried the boy himself all the way home, in fact
The towns folk would cheer;
”Tiberiu the brave, how did thee survive such a foray?”
He’d shun them and say-...
“To save the boy, I battled beasts and guile. A cunning foe, indeed”
“A bloody mess, come what may!”
as he fearlessly marched away.
So ends the tale, of Tiberiu, who is never slack,
there is little he lack, even good in the sack!
and to this day, the peasantry say, that he’s always welcome back!
- The Ermine Minstrel