Come, lords and ladies!
Come one and all
  To hear the tales from far away lands,
                And huddle 'round our dancing fire
  On this wintery night to warm your hands.

Come join us to drink
And come to sing.
  Or come to listen in the fire's glow.
               We welcome the traveler with a story to tell
  Of adventures and heroes in times long ago.

For we are the Bards of the Ancient Fainne
And we sing as one in Taliesin's name.

When the moon is out
To guide the way
  We dance to the tune of the flute and the drum.
               But when the wind blows cold and clouds are o'er head
  We tell well-known tales to the lute's soft strum.

For we are the Bards of the Ancient Fainne
And we sing as one in Taliesin's name.

Come too if you care
To share some news
  Of the king or the war or the gossip of the court.
               Dost the crown fare well? Is there peace throughout the land?
  Or are your tidings of a different sort?

For we are the Bards of the Ancient Fainne
And we sing as one in Taliesin's name.

Yet our cheif task,
If that it be,
  Is to immortalize the heroic souls
               By telling of their legendary adventures
  So they may be written down on everlasting scrolls.

For we are the Bards of the Ancient Fainne
And we sing as one in Taliesin's name.

For we are the Bards of the Ancient Fainne
And we sing as one in Taliesin's name.