Leslie Fish - What Manner of Fen lyrics

What manner of fen are these who sing off key? Not taught by any music schools Not bound by rhymes and scansion rules Just howling like a bunch of fools They make hotel staff flee What manner of fen are these who shriek and moan? And when they try to sing on key Their echoes rattle plaster free And when they try to hit hi C It shakes me to the bone What manner of fen are these who sing of stars? They sing of strange enchanted lands First crafted by another's hands Whole trilogies of magic stands Confined in filk sings bars What manner of fen are these I've come to know? They spend their nights in endless sings Their voices rise on wobbly wings They're starting up a bardic ring I think it's time to go I think that I should go