At the Inn of Éamon Bayle

Half a week wandering on foot through the dale Our weary eyes gaze through a veil Deep in the mist is a fluttering frail From the fires of old Éamon Bayle Highwaymen, scoundrels and elves from the vale All roar and shout the same tale All the mead and all the ale Men can drink is here for sale Vast as the sea and deep as the dale The barrels of ale at the inn of Éamon Bayle "Man from the island and elf from the vale" Is the greeting from old Éamon Bayle "To pass through the southlands into elven dale This fine black mare shall be your avail! But now you are weary from days on your trail Join us and shout this old tale" All the mead and all the ale Men can drink is here for sale Vast as the sea and deep as the dale The barrels of ale at the inn of Éamon Bayle Ride the steed to elven vale And with this mount we shall not fail Black as the night and swift as the gale The black mare speeds from the inn of Éamon Bayle

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025