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Jace's Origin Contest Entry

So I've taken your lovely heritage and turned it into a drinking song ballad full of stereotypes and mythology... I hope you like it! sweatdrop

Gather 'round the fire, dears,
and warm your chill'n bones,
I have a story for your ears;
it happened long ago!
There was once a Gaian lad,
Bare-toed and fair of face,
Come now and hear my great ballad:
the origin of Jace!

Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
A drinking song for Jace!
Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
Sing along for Jace!

There was once a fluthered Fay,
with nothing else to do.
He dumped out all he'd found that day
to see what he could brew,
found himself a great cauldron,
and cleared himself some space.
Never expecting it to spawn
the person known as Jace!

The Fay, he took another draught
and went to fetch his kin,
not knowing that while he was out,
a Leprechaun went in.
The wee man took a look around
and spied the cauldron bare,
he thought it was a pity found,
and put in some red hair.

Following the Leprechaun,
another crossed the thresh;
it was a handsome Gancanagh
and he was unimpressed!
He took out his polished dudeen,
handmade of milk-white clay,
wiped it clean and tossed it in,
while laughing, 'come what may'!

Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
A drinking song for Jace!
Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
Sing along for Jace!

This went on for many days,
with visits from all kinds.
All the folk were twisting hay;
their talents all combined.
They laughed and worked up such a sound,
they brought right to the door:
brash of step and loud of mouth,
some Scotsmen from the North!

Leading was a Brownie man,
a'n** from head to toe,
he brought with him a rowdy clan,
and to the pot they stode
Climb, did they up on the rim,
Those Scottish Brownie fools,
and stuck all their bare feet within,
"oh how we all hate shoes!"

This ruckus would just not be ceased,
as Scotts and Irish played.
And when their drunken noise increased,
Folk heard it far away.
Rowing boats from distant shore,
the strangers came as one.
Bringing with: a dreamcatcher
to join in on the fun.

Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
A drinking song for Jace!
Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
Sing along for Jace!

All together, they will swear,
the romp was a success.
For when at last returned the Fay,
he was in great distress!
For in his pot, -I'll list it here-,
was not his magic brew,
but gifts compiled from far and near
all floating in a stew:

A lock of red, a white dudeen,
a bunch o' naked feet,
a shot o' humor with a grin,
a giving heart so sweet,
a banshee's treasured Nitemare Scarf,
some clothes, (but nothing green).
And last, in went that dreamcatcher
to help catch lots of dreams.

"This can't be!" our poor Fay cried,
as the last thing was stirred.
"Who asked all o' ye inside?"
But they said naught a word.
For over by the cauldron sat
our dear and much-mocked friend
The folk all marveled at the fact
and christened him 'Jace Quin'.

Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
A drinking song for Jace!
Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
Sing along for Jace!

And so they danced the night away,
drank breakfast for a spell,
then finally, they left the Fay,
all bidding Jace 'farewell'
Now you may think this tale was tall,
but don't just take my word!
Some say you can find him oft
on virtual message boards.

Oh, I just wrote a drinking song!
A drinking song for Jace!
Thank you for the sing-along, now
raise your mugs for Jace!


I sang the first two verses (the tune is repetitive). I kinda had trouble reading my own writing in places, lol.
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