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