Ode to Gwent
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Proposal Number 7 for the Anthem of the Gwent Friendship Society of Beauclair.
Author: Stéphane de Douve, master cooper.
Gwent is like a ruddy wine,
Gwent’s a night with a lady fine.
When before you two armies clash,
Your cares melt off in a dash.
Then you wish but to play, play, play,
But her indoors whines: hit the hay, hay, hay!
Such minds are dull as muddy yards,
To think this but a game of cards!
Chorus:
Gwent is my liberty,
Gwent is my fraternity,
Gwent relieves the day's sorrow,
and Gwent is my morrow.
Poker has had it, and dice is a bore,
There's no other game that makes you want more.
There are no better satisfactions,
Greater than Beauclair's Belles’ is its list of attractions,
Greater than even the Festival of Drinks,
Or even a tipsy young minx.
They can holler and shout, they can release the guards,
I'm leaving home, I'm off to play cards!
Chorus:
Gwent is my liberty,
Gwent is my fraternity,
Gwent relieves the day's sorrow,
and Gwent is my morrow.
Author: Stéphane de Douve, master cooper.
Gwent is like a ruddy wine,
Gwent’s a night with a lady fine.
When before you two armies clash,
Your cares melt off in a dash.
Then you wish but to play, play, play,
But her indoors whines: hit the hay, hay, hay!
Such minds are dull as muddy yards,
To think this but a game of cards!
Chorus:
Gwent is my liberty,
Gwent is my fraternity,
Gwent relieves the day's sorrow,
and Gwent is my morrow.
Poker has had it, and dice is a bore,
There's no other game that makes you want more.
There are no better satisfactions,
Greater than Beauclair's Belles’ is its list of attractions,
Greater than even the Festival of Drinks,
Or even a tipsy young minx.
They can holler and shout, they can release the guards,
I'm leaving home, I'm off to play cards!
Chorus:
Gwent is my liberty,
Gwent is my fraternity,
Gwent relieves the day's sorrow,
and Gwent is my morrow.
Toussaint