🎶 | the wandering minstrel.

Guess I can’t exactly put this description to music, now can I? Heh, that’s alright, I don’t mind makin’ this a ‘spoken word’ ditty.

As Nottingham’s resident travellin’ minstrel (that’s an early-day folk singer), my job is to tell it like it is... or was... or whatever. If there’s a story to be told, you’d best believe me and my trusty ol’ lute here won’t be too far behind. Sometimes I get caught up in the action, but I’m a smart enough rooster to wrangle my way outta it real quick.

I guess you could say I’m a part of Robin Hood’s band of merry men, even if I’m more the ‘musical accompaniment’ sort rather than goin ‘round, pilferin’ the rich ‘n whatnot. Not that I don’t admire that sly fox fella for all he’s done to help the folks of Nottingham outta the rut the Sheriff and his posse put ‘em through – and that ain’t even beginning to mention Prince John’s rampant tax scheme. Good thing that’s all over now, though.

Yep, a lotta things can happen ‘round Nottingham... and I’m here to tell folks all about ‘em.