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letra de the pardoner's tale: seek the reaper - the hooligans [usa]

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[verse]
three roisterers, three drinking men, were sharing off a glass
but pausing in their revels when a funeral chanced to pass
then one of their good host inquired, “innkeeper, can you tell
for what poor beggar late expired they’ve tolled the funeral bell?”

“aye that i can,” the innkeep said, “he met a sorry end
when he was won’t to share your bread you used to call him friend.”
“what? death has made our comrade fair and bitter grave and grim
we’ll find that sneaking devil’s lair and make an end of him”
[chorus]
a band of jolly roisterers, stout fellows one two three
have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree

[verse]
they came upon the graveyard lean with age and sorrow’s bent
“how now, old man, like you have seen which way the reaper went?”
“i have good sirs, as well i might, so near to death i be;
he takes his ease this very night beneath the gallows tree.”

they hastened there upon their quest, and what should they behold?
not death but in his stead a chest of newly minted gold
“my brothers all,” the eldest cried, “good luck attends our toils!
our quest for death we’ll lay aside and tally up our spoils.”

[chorus]
a band of jolly roisterers, stout fellows one two three
have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree

[verse]
the eldest two, the youngest sent, “we two will count the stake
go fetch us back some wine and bread and merry we shall make!”
when he had gone the other two agreed upon a plot
that bl–dy murder they should do for larger portion sought

“we’ll cut his throat when he returns, and richer we shall be
however much our effort earns, there’s more for two than three.”
the youngest, by his own design, thought he might have the lot
and into all the flasks of wine a deadly poison got
[chorus]
a band of jolly roisterers, stout fellows one two three
have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree

[electric guitar solo]

[verse]
they set upon the youngest when he came back with the wine
they sank their knives into his chest and then sat down to dine
they drank the poison flagon as they laughed about their deed
and soon all three were dead as one for treachery and greed

the old man in the shadows stood, a smile upon his face
“my thanks to you, my fellows good, for sparing me the chase
i’m weary to my bones, i had resolved to let you be
you might have lived another day, but you came seeking me!”

[chorus]
a band of jolly roisterers, stout fellows one two three
have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree

a band of jolly roisterers, stout fellows one two three
have gone to seek the reaper underneath the gallows tree
and they have found the reaper underneath the gallows tree

- the hooligans usa

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