Wagon song

Original tune Sancta Maria strela do di, words by Jude.

Score for the chorus only

Drink up your tankards and drain your flagon Morning has come and it's time to pack the wagon

Heading south, for satins soft and flowing Silks of gold, all blazing like the sun Buy and sell, and ever onward going Turning west when all our trade is done

Drink up your tankards and drain your flagon Morning has come and it's time to pack the wagon

To the West, the river and the city Following the bright sun as it sets Singers sweet and dancers oh so pretty - Leave with smiles and never with regrets

Drink up your tankards and drain your flagon Morning has come and it's time to pack the wagon

Now the north, the mountains rise to meet me Ambergris and hardwoods in great store Cider spiced to satisfy completely Then we'll turn back to the road once more.

Drink up your tankards and drain your flagon Morning has come and it's time to pack the wagon

Turning east, the bay is there before me In the distance I can see the sea On the road, a new adventure story Nothing but a traveller's life for me

Drink up your tankards and drain your flagon Morning has come and it's time to pack the wagon