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Goodman Mason Reid

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We first heard about Goodman Mason Reid in Ahevar, while Richard was singing. (Session 4/21/2024)

Lyrics

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(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

Once there was a little town had problems with a beast, The mayor he told Mason Reid “It comes here for a feast, It eats up all our livestock and our men and women too, Oh tell me please dear Mason Reid is there ought that you can do?” Well in the fight it swallowed him but he burst out through its gut. He tore the massive beast in half he split it head to butt, Then he walked into the nearest pub and sat down on the bench, He said I’ll try your finest brew and your strongest wench,

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

Once I met Mason at the pub and there we talked at length, I asked him “What’s the secret sir to your fabled strength? Some say it is the brew you mix, some say you’re born of gods, How do you win just every fight, no matter what the odds?” He laughed and smiled and clapped my back, near knocked me in my drink, He said “I was a wayward child I never stopped to think, When shite goes down my fists come up no matter who the foe, My mother taught me right from wrong, that’s all I need to know. Never tell me ‘bout the odds, my own counsel I shall keep, The moral of this story sir, never look before you leap!

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

Oh Mason is a stronger lad than e'er a wench could birth, He’s simply made of sterner stuff than those upon this earth,

It’s said the blight spawn fear him, when he looks them in the eye, The Blighted kin they flee from him they run home and they cry.

See Goodman Reid hunts each one down until the sky grows dim, Oh Mason doesn’t catch the Blight the Blight it catches him.

My words they may confuse you, I see you, don’t make fun, Blight’s Caught a case of Mason Reid and now its days are done!

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

He took the blight and broke it with his boot and a mighty yell. He wrapped a chain around its neck and dragged it back to hell.

Oh there he met the devil, shoved the blight right up his arse He said blight you and all your kin for sending us this farce.

The devil said he can't stay here, he is more a man than I. No cell of mine can hold him, so he sent him back on High.

See Reid drinks too hard for heaven, and he fights too hard for hell, So I guess he'll live forever just like the stories tell.

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid,

His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

Once Goodman Reid went for a stroll and saw the mountains shake, A giant up from rocky depths had caused the earth to quake. The village folk they cowered and begged Mason to lend a hand, “Dear Mason, against such a foe can you hope to make a stand” O Mason faced the giant foe with a chuckle and a sigh, He punched it with his fist so hard it flew into the sky. Now if you look far to the north you'll see some mountains there That's where the giant landed after flying through the air.

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed,

Once Mason hunted through the Shaar a beast both strong and grand. A massive creature against whom no one else could stand,

Reid strode across the grassland, killed his foe with a single hit, He prepared its meat for roasting but had no sticks to make a spit

He stared hard upon the Jahru grass it quailed then caught fire, He rubbed the flames together fast and trees grew higher and higher.

For fire we rub sticks together as fast as ever we could. But Mason starts with fire itself from it he grows the wood.

(Chorus) I’ll tell you a little story about Goodman Mason Reid, His arms were strong, his beard was long, his wounds they didn’t bleed.

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