In a countryside tavern at the tag end of Autumn
I saw a man sitting alone,
His face lined and weathered, his brown robe all tattered,
He might have been carved from a stone.
The dry dead leaves swirled round his feet as he sat there,
His gaze fixed on some point in space,
When I said "Good Father, have some wine with a traveler",
He said as he rose from his place,
CHORUS:
I'm the last man of Golius' line,
We once praised our ladies and more so our wine,
Our lives they were merry,
And now I but tarry,
The voice in the silence is mine,
I'm the last man of Golius' line.
Said I "Be not downcast, your line may yet prosper,
A new generation arise.
The Church they will mock yet, in scholarly Latin,
And favor find in ladies' eyes."
But though I consoled him, tried much to uphold him,
The truth long I could not conceal,
The Order Vagorum was gone from the kingdom,
Save the one who drank my wine with zeal.
CHORUS
The bottle he emptied, and called for another,
And fondled the wench when she came,
The meat I had ordered for my supper quick vanished,
Ere I had caught onto his game.
As the smiling maid led him to the stairs to her chamber,
I called him a cheat and a fraud,
He smiled benignly and chastised me, saying,
"How say you to a man of God?"
ALTERNATE CHORUS:
I'm the last man of Golius' line,
I still enjoy ladies and equally, wine,
With this fair lass, Mary,
Tonight I will tarry,
She'll make me a fine concubine,
And now you've heard Golius' line.