The Warrior’s Return (written following a period when Wybert's friends in the Shire didn't see him for some time)
Well, as yer knows, I went away,
I weren’t around fer many a day.
Truth is, I took a nasty fall,
I wasn’t very well at all.
And so I took me to my bed,
Where kind elves tended to me ‘ead,
And while I lay there, thinking on,
A firm resolve I settled on.
Remembrin’ what my old ma said
When I fell and bumped me ‘ead –
“Don’t you go blubbing til’ you’re hoarse –
Get up, and climb back on the horse.”
Terday I put me armour on,
Rusty helm and habergeon,
Took up me club of finest yew
And as I did me courage grew.
I drew my cloak around me tight
And rode into the dead of night
Through forest grim and boggy mire
To seek out evil dark and dire.
To those who’d dub this homespun bard
As idle prattler, loud blowhard –
I say, of this you can be sure,
Wybert Diggings is going to war!
