Styrkarr Jarlsskald

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Counter-ermine. A wyvern, in chief three mullets of eight points, argent.

Fourth Baron of Wastekeep from July 19 AS 43 / 2008 to present. http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2187/2762021010_6822d98533.jpg

Honors and Awards;
Apprentices
Squires
Halla Hrafnsdottir - currently residing in Lochac
Skaldi Vandraeðaskáld
Arawn MacPhaelan - Foster squire
Gudrod Bjornson
Former Apprentices
Sigrun Osrikswife
Former Squires
Phelan Tolusmiðr
Phillip de Mantel
Ragnar Aðelstan

Recent skaldic work: Coronation of Eirik and Drifinna I

Lyrics and chord progression for filk, "The Squire"

Other skaldic work:

Squiring ceremony for Halla Hrafnsdottir, Phelan Tolusmiðr, Phillip de Mantel, Skaldi Vandraeðaskáld, Diego, and Tiernan Dal Cais (the last two for Daegar Fairhair)
Knighting ceremony for: Sir Aethan, Sir Duncan MacKinnon, Sir Eirik Daegarsson
Pelican ceremony for: Countess Inga
Coronation ceremony for: Tiernan and Miranda II, Cedric and Elizabeth I, Cedric and Elizabeth II
Crown finals presentation for Cedric and Elizabeth I and II
The Saga of Daegar Fairhair (presented at Sport of Kings VII)
Multiple other pieces of longer or shorter length at the requests of many friends...


“THE SQUIRE” – filk lyrics and chord progression by Sir Styrkarr Jarlsskald Sung to the tune of “The Boxer” by Paul Simon


[C] I am just a poor knight and my saga’s seldom [Am]told
I have [G]squandered youth and vigor
For a [G7]white belt and a [G6]gold chain, such is [C]chivalry.
All I sug[Am]gest, sometimes a [G]fighter feels what he wants to feel
And disre[F]gards the [C]rest. [G] [G7] [G6] [C]


When I [C]first picked up my sword and shield I was no more than a [Am]boy
Un-ac[G]customed to the armor,
Facing [G7]belted knights with [G6]strawb’ry leaves and [C]swinging scared.
Aiming [Am]low, I would [G]hit them and would [F]hit them
But they’d just holler [C]“no”.
That’s when I [G]realized that [G7]this is [G6]how it [C]goes,


Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.
Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.


Asking [C]only for some training I went looking for a [Am]knight, but I got no [G]offers.
Just a [G7]come-on from a [G6]stick jock, Daegar [C]Fairhair.
I do de[Am]clare at the [G]time I was so des-per-ate I [F]took the red belt [C]there.
Mmm mm [G]mmm… [G7] [G6] [C]


Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.
Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.


Now I’m [C]packing up my armor bag and wishing I was [Am]home, feeling [G]old…
Tired of [G7]young squires and their [G6]long sticks always [C]beating me…
Bruising [Am]me-e… to the [G]bone… [G7] [G6] [C]


In the [C]eric stands a squire and a fighter by his [Am]trade, and he [G]carries the reminders
Of [G7]every blow that [G6]slipped his guard and [C]struck him, till he cried out
In his anger and his [Am]shame,
“I am [G]leaving! I’ll try archery!” But the [F]squire still re[C]mains.
Mmm mm [G]mmm. .. [G7] [G6] [C]


Li li [Am]light, li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.
Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.
Li li [Em]li li li li light, that blow was [Am]light.
Low, flat, [G]tippy, oh no it skipped, that blow was [C]light.