As Soon As I Can Find Her

By: Pylades Posted on: June 26, 2004

A drinking song for any and all of you who've ever had trouble holding on to a Bardic lass. Wily creatures, they... Last verse to be repeated as needed.

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Swashbuckler, my Swashbuckler!

Have you seen my Swashbuckler?

Wielding in her lily arms

A rapier bright and posh buckler?

We have a date up in a tree,

She says, so nobody can see

Our acts: but while we're making love

I'm dislodged with a simple shove.

Swashbuckler, my Swashbuckler!

Have you seen my Swashbuckler?

Wielding in her lily arms

A rapier bright and posh buckler?

I mend myself, she swings on down,

And when she's both feet on the ground,

I make a grope, I take a stand:

One knuckleslap: she stills my hand.

Swashbuckler, my Swashbuckler!

Have you seen my Swashbuckler?

Wielding in her lily arms

A rapier bright and posh buckler?

Backflip, handspring, one, two, three,

Then up she goes, back in the tree,

Leaving me there, on my back,

I see this girl has got the knack!

Swashbuckler, my Swashbuckler!

Have you seen my Swashbuckler?

Wielding in her lily arms

A rapier bright and posh buckler?

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

In front or from behind her!

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

As soon as I can find her!

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

In front or from behind her!

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

As soon as I can find her!

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

In front or from behind her!

I'd love to love my Swashbuckler,

As soon as I can find her!