Drinking Song

I might have grown to be a sailor on the seven seas
And save the hero of the story from the belly of the beast
But the knight would get the credit and the damsel and the gold
And all I get's the gift of growing old

I might have grown to be a miner with an eye for precious stone
And find a vein of diamond worth more than all of the town could hold
And maybe in my charity the land comes to prosperity
With my luck, I'd still end up in the cold

'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me
And you would not believe me if I tried
To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been
So pour the hall another cup of wine

I might have grown to be a king, more mighty than the kings you've known
Who led us through a peaceful time and never simply occupied
The throne but out of castle light, I'd still be such a sight for sorest eyes
I'd be a pauper in disguise

I might've led the cavalry to glory on the battlefield
And they would cast a monument in silver of my weathered shield
But now with all my medals pawned, no proof except my silver tongue
To tell of all the valour I have won

'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me
And you would not believe me if I tried
To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been
So pour the hall another cup of wine

I might've been a good man, oh who love someone with all he had
And did right by the ones he'd known and gave away the wealth of him
Until the purse was empty, even so you would forget me
Like a dying star, I burn until I'm dark

'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me
And you would not believe me if I tried
To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been
So pour the hall another cup of wine
So pour my friends another cup of wine