I'm going to tell you
About the story of a fool
Who met an ironic end
On the way back home
He was a q***r
fellow
Dressed in many colours
And many were his names
According to the place
He carried a little lute across his back
And
a strange hat on his head
Every night he was there
In the court's yard to delight
All the nobles that just called him "The
Fool"
But his tongue was a sort of knife
And all his melodies and tales
Re-echoed through the night
Lords of the realm
never paid attention
To the words of a poor fool
Or they simply never understood him
He was living on the edge, and maybe
He
would end up with a noose around his neck
But something was going to happen that night
[Chorus:]
Every night he was
there
In the court's yard to delight
All the nobles that just called him "The Fool"
But his tongue was a sort of knife
And all
his melodies and tales
Re-echoed through the night
So that night in the middle of the tale
He pointed at the King and burst
out laughing:
A deathlike silence set on the guests!
So the wrathful Master rose to his feet
And chased the Fool out of his
yard
But the Fool got near the Lords' table
Drank from Master's goblet and said:
"God save the King!" and broke into a
laugh!
Chased out of the Court
The fool took the way back home
But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped
dead
Maybe there wasn't just wine in that goblet
[Chorus]