CHORUS
Come roll me, come roll me, come roll me away.
A toss in the furs or a romp in the hay.
I'll roll any man at least three times a day
So dear laddies come roll me away.
1. I met with a soldier, his sword was so long
When he first did unsheath it I burst into song.
We battled for hours out there in the flowers.
But then came the dawn and I rolled him away.
2. I came 'cross a priest, he was dressed all in black.
He prayed for my soul and the virture I lack.
But 'twas in new-mown hay I taught _him_ how to pray.
He said "Oh, My God!" as I rolled him away.
3. A knight came to my lodgings, his spurs shone as stars.
He talked of his conquests for hours and hours.
But later that knight finally lost his first fight.
He lost the crusade as I rolled him away.
4. A sea captain came to me, he was quite debonair.
He'de been too long at sea and his mast needed care.
For mutual pleasure I unlocked my treasure.
He got sea-sick as _hell_ when I rolled him away.
5. At the inn was a bard tuning up on his harp.
I reached for his pick and helped tune it up sharp.
I taught him new chords as we rolled on the boards.
He sang praises to me as I rolled him away.
6. Met a Scot heading back to his highland home.
He'd slain many English, vowed no more to roam.
But when I saw what he had hangin' under his plaid,
We danced quite a fling as I rolled him away.
7. A smith at his fire putting hammer to steel
Touched me with his tool and I let out a squeal.
My forge grew quite hot with his tool on the spot.
We went hammer and tongs as I rolled him away.
8. A lad looked at my bodice, his face went a flame
For it seems that this lad with a lass ne'er had lain.
So I took him in hand for that feelin' sa grand.
Now the lassies all sigh as he rolls them away.
9. Now a farmer's a man who stands out in his field
And sows many a seed when the ladies do yield.
But that farmer was cowed when my furrow when my furrow he plowed.
I rotated his crops when I rolled him away.
10. To all you young maidens, pray heed my advice.
If you feel life is dull and your nights need some spice,
Your time be more thrillin' with a laddie who's willin'
Trade your virture for fun as he rolls you away.
Notes: Won the Bawdy Song Contest, Sylmar Althing, Summer 1983; won the Bards Competition, Atenveldt/Caid War, February 1985.
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