Drinking Song

I might have grown to be a sailor on the seven seas And save the hero of the story from the belly of the beast But the knight would get the credit and the damsel and the gold And all I get's the gift of growing old I might have grown to be a miner with an eye for precious stone And find a vein of diamond worth more than all of the town could hold And maybe in my charity the land comes to prosperity With my luck, I'd still end up in the cold 'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me And you would not believe me if I tried To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been So pour the hall another cup of wine I might have grown to be a king, more mighty than the kings you've known Who led us through a peaceful time and never simply occupied The throne but out of castle light, I'd still be such a sight for sorest eyes I'd be a pauper in disguise I might've led the cavalry to glory on the battlefield And they would cast a monument in silver of my weathered shield But now with all my medals pawned, no proof except my silver tongue To tell of all the valour I have won 'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me And you would not believe me if I tried To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been So pour the hall another cup of wine I might've been a good man, oh who love someone with all he had And did right by the ones he'd known and gave away the wealth of him Until the purse was empty, even so you would forget me Like a dying star, I burn until I'm dark 'Cause you won't rewrite hist'ry to commemorate the likes of me And you would not believe me if I tried To tell you all the things I've seen and all the places that I've been So pour the hall another cup of wine So pour my friends another cup of wine