The Making of a Princely ManI asked of a butcher in my town,
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What he was like who’d wear a crown,
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He said “he’s muscles broad as beef,
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The strongest man’s the largest fief”
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So I bought from him five pounds of beef,
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I bade It rule o’er all the land:
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That’s the making of a princely man!
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Note: 1st chorus line is G... D on the alternates.
I asked of a butcher in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “he’s muscles broad as beef,
The strongest man’s the largest fief”
So I bought from him five pounds of beef,
I bade It rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!
I asked of a pauper in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “he helps poor men like me,
A just king knows of poverty,”
So I bought from him his pauper’s sack,
Which sat upon five pounds of beef,
I bade it rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!
I asked of a a weaver in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “his sceptre brings the law,
A wise king weaves the fate of all,”
So his shuttle for my king I bought,
Whose head it was a pauper’s sack,
Which sat upon five pounds of beef,
I bade it rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!
I asked of a fisherman in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “he leads good men to him,
And gathers them like fish that swim,”
So I made his net a royal cloak,
A shuttle sceptre my king bore,
Whose head it was a pauper’s sack,
Which sat upon five pounds of beef,
I bade it rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!
I asked of a farmer in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “He holds a holy orb,
That comes, like harvests, from the lord,”
So I bought from him an apple round,
A fishing net, a royal cloak,
A shuttle sceptre my king bore,
Whose head it was a pauper’s sack,
Which sat upon five pounds of beef,
I bade it rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!
I asked of a cooper in my town,
What he was like who’d wear a crown,
He said “all crowns, like hoops must hold
Their parts: wise, craven, fool or bold.”
So a barrel hoop served for a crown,
The orb it was an apple round,
A fishing net, a royal cloak,
A shuttle sceptre my king bore,
Whose head it was a pauper’s sack,
Which sat upon five pounds of beef,
I bade it rule o’er all the land:
That’s the making of a princely man!