The Feast of Saint Bunstable

Funny folk ballad for British male tenor solo.

April 13th, 2024suno

Lyrics

The Feast of Saint Bunstable, brewer, Is attended by hundreds, no fewer; There stories are heard How his sainthood occurred, In versions both older and newer. Just as much of south Britain has claimed Local towns once were “Cahmehlawt” named, Or they had Merlin’s Cave, Or good King Arthur’s grave, So this tale is on many sites blamed. But I choose to believe it was Ehrihn, County Limerick, or someplace therein, That a monastic Kelt, Brother Bunstable, dwelt, At a hall many monks said their prayer in. For an abbey to be spic-and-spandy, Every monk at some task must be handy: So this brother divine Made the sacrament wine, And the beer, and the ale, and the brandy. Now, the Fin-Galls (the Norse) had a liking To go raiding — as they called it, “Viking”; Once they sought out the word of This brewer they’d heard of, In order their drinks to be spiking. “Deear moonks,” said the Vikings, “since yoo’re Soopposed to be sober ahnd pyoore, We’ll help yoo by taaking The brews yoo’ve been maaking, Før we’ve coome too saack yoo, yaah syoore!” While all of this trouble was stewing, Our good brewer his duty was doing: “I am portly and stout, But I canna’ run out And leave all of these drinks I’ve been brewing! “Lest the Fin-Galls should pillage my store, All the brews down my gullet I’ll pour!” Thus he emptied the kegs, Then on unsteady legs He confronted the Norse at the door. “Shtand back, men of war!” he intoned. “Shack my abbey? I shay you won’t! I am filled with the shpirit, Sho don’t you come near it, Or I’ll breathe on you — shee if I don’t!” With these words, at their torches he blew, And the fumes from his spiritous brew Made a great ball of flame, So the thought to all came: “He breathes fire!” — and the Vikings withdrew. Now, some say that ball of blue fire Took Bunstable higher and higher, ’Till he vanished away, In Heaven to stay, A feat which we all should admire. But I heard that Bunstable stayed On Earth, where he brewed and he prayed, And lived out his days In a jolly old haze; And a well-preserved abbot he made. When he passed, in reply to God’s call, The good monks of Saint Bunstable’s hall Laid their stout-hearted peer To rest on his bier… But his spirit’s alive in us all! Now, some say that ball of blue fire Took Bunstable higher and higher, ’Till he vanished away, In Heaven to stay, A feat which we all should admire. But I heard that Bunstable stayed On Earth, where he brewed and he prayed, And lived out his days In a jolly old haze; And a well-preserved abbot he made. When he passed, in reply to God’s call, The good monks of Saint Bunstable’s hall Laid their stout-hearted peer To rest on his bier… But his spirit’s alive in us all!

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