Thalus the Piper, with homestead behind him Scratched at the horns that grew from his head, Put hoof to the soil, to travel and toil Deep into country, were towns to paint red And he rolled down the road, at a good steady pace, To escape from the worries, he’d left in that place, Where piping caused fighting, in mixed company And a sensitive bard, not a hoplite, was he! Refrain So head to the tavern, and strum your Kithar, For Thalus the Piper has come from Afar To put each of us properly under the bar A carouser quite fit, to be written in stars From outside the islands, come many strange guests That a king or a lord, may need to beset Hospitality dictates, we must show respect And music, and drinking, are only correct Ladies whose properties started great wars Might come for a holiday, fleeing such bores So they might need an escort, free from our mores So a talented piper, our court must implore Ref So head to the theater, and bring your Kithar For Thalus the Piper has come from Afar To put even this diplomat under the bar A carousal, I’m sure, to be written in stars Up from the Sea, or in caverns below Older than legend, lost terrors grow Up to Olympus, where the Sacred we know Deserve, at the least, a good Piping show True heroes adventure, like Furies obsessed Never to settle, to give up and rest Though keen enough bronze, can solve many quests For titans, straight fightin’, might not be the best Ref So head to Olympus, we need your Kithar For Thalus the Piper has come from Afar To put even the titans under the bar A carousing, that fate will see written in stars Verse C G / F C / F C / G C / Refrain F C / G C / F C / G C /