Minoras the man o’ Rust
Hweet and be held you last lads o’ iron.
While ah weave yas a web o’ us wranged.
Ah’ll tell all about the gall o’ the gallant
an tha lies ganning on o’ wor man Minoras.
Neu had ya pashes you hadders o’ hope
an ah’ll begin the bare bones o’ his birth.
Blaze o’ tha Island tha brightest tha best
gathered the black from the bare bank o’ doggers
an rend his road to the red running burn
in tha bloody mud he mixed his magics.
Wi’ five sworn words and seven sharp swords
tha flame o’ Blaze there burned tha brightest.
Neu Blaze burrowed down in tha bank digging dirt
ignoring mud he felt tha itch o’ tha iron
an there in his hand he held an iron cast hound
an found in its heart our scion.
Finally he forged twae arms twae legs an
brought him home, the mighty Minoras.
Wor Minoras was a man o’ the hills, sea, and shore
and in wer service he shirked nee duties.
He brought the stones o’ the hills to the walls o’ wer halls
and fished the fishes from the cold north sea.
With never a wrang word wor man Minoras
was a giver o’ the sweet gifts o’ graft.
Neu yas all na the stories o’ his first years o life
how he wandered wide and proud.
How he saved Meg’s daughters and did fer us all
a firm friend in wa hyems and helds.
But ah’ll tell yas now how he answered the call
and wend south at King Arthur’s beck.
Merlin o the learning the magics the most
came to Blaze to write the words o’ the battles.
He telt o’ the butchered the blest and the best
the where’s, the why’s, and the how’s.
So Blaze wrote his words and in the writing
made them fast and forever lasting.
Neu Merlin made to head to hyem
but made a last ask for Arthur.
He asked for the man, Minoras o’ iron,
to leave his life ahind.
To take roads south to find the court
o’ the courageous, the King, Arthur.
Wor Minoras was no man to balk
when asked for aid he accepted.
Blaze gave him gifts o’ a sword, and a shield,
and at last a lance, with ne blazons.
For in him was the iron and the heat o’ the black
the bare metal showed all that mans mettle.
Neu ah could tell yas o the roads runnin south,
or his wanders in the wintering wilds,
but ah nah what yas want to hear.
So wishst ya gobs and gather ya all
to hear o wor Minoras first wranged.
Through hills and flats Minoras marched
‘cross dales and vales and tales.
For thirty three and three hundred miles
his hard pack pace never slowed.
So soon he came to the Salisbury plain
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to keep us ah’ll frae harm.
The burns o’ tha battle tha blood and tha bones
telt Minoras o the great gannings on.
So he sought out the heights, the gathering knights,
around King Arthur on the Old Sarum.
At the great iron gates he gave it a gan
with the gentlest flick they flew open.
He stood at the gates before the greats the gallants
as they showered scorn on his shield unsymbolled.
He’d heard tell o’ Lot and the rest o’ that lot
Gawain, Bors and the others
but they waddn’t look at him now without a scowl
these men said to be his aun brothers.
Neu Ah nah ya radged they didn’t give him his due,
wor iron man Minoras the mighty,
but keep had o ya pashes
o good lads and lasses.
cos ah’m not done telling
and there’s twae more wrangs t’ know.
They called him the rough, the wicked,
for his lack o’ holy symbols,
but Minoras was ne man to grudge.
So when they denied him his right
to be a Queen’s Knight
that tall man was never troubled.
Then came the night, the tourney, the fight
‘tween the knights o’ the King and his Queen.
With no gilded arms or squire to serve
Minoras unmanned three with his lance.
Despite his glories his unseconded strength
Minoras the stalwart was shunned.
Following the tourney the round table’s rout
Two knights sought out Minoras.
Brother o’ Belias Agravadain Galoire
and his lackey the man Moneval.
With appeals to his ardour against all o’ Saxon
Minoras one o’ the three set out.
Neu we’ll hear o the last
and the third o the wrangs.
So keep t’the edge o ya seats.
Ne tears ne tantrums
as ah’ll tell it ahll
Minoras marred and unmanned.
The three found themselves at the edge o’ the forest
when Moneval whispered to wor man
Minoras the rough, the unshriven, the unblazoned
with your bare shield lead us to battle.
Three o’ the Saxons the swines the scum
cross the woods now watch for them come.
Minoras at last felt a man among men
with these two knights o’ tha table round.
So he set his watch to the wending road
and made his mark no Saxon could cross.
Then at once one by one the enemy came out.
Lo’ting his lance shouldering his shield wor Minoras began.
The Saxon three were rooted as trees
as big Minoras was gan at a gallop
lowering their lances at last they react
Fast and furious Minoras bore down.
Coming up short he slowed he stopped
cos he could see what Agravadain wrought.
Neu yas nah it from here
The Saxons in fact tha Queen’s auin.
But never fret cos ah’ll tell ya the rest
Minoras unmanned and marred.
So had ya tears ne time for greeting
Minoras wor man fell hard.
The three saw Minoras slow to a stumble
but Galescalain was ready for his gan.
With all his fury he finished the fight
his lance taking Minoras’s leg.
Minoras no longer sound he sagged
and fell to the forest floor.
Minoras would fight ne mare.
The five sworn words o’ Blaze were broken
and Brotherhood above all the rest.
Without the blessing o’ tha iron
it was the end for wor scion
and all down to the gallant’s false word.
Wi nairn o his senses he was slung like a burden
and carried to the halls o’ the King’s keep.
There on his rest bed the King came to Minoras.
Minoras the rough, the wicked, unshriven
jealousy led you here today.
So no Saxons. No nowt. Get gone. Get out!
Neu yas have heard it ahll and true.
Wor man was wounded and gone.
His head set for hyem he held his roads.
His flesh turning red and rusting.
So when yas think o’ the bold, the great, the gallant,
think on Minoras and be less trusting.
