The Lejend'ry Marshmen

Years ago, once a moved
near the marshlands; Away
Away from city noise and stink
Red tape, parking tickets and the like
Away from it all

Shortly after my escapist move
I was held awake, alert, entranced
By a nighttime havoc I'd ne'er heard the like
No brawl, no party, no wannabe band
Could ever sound so grand and terrible
Yet, it was. Yes, it was.

What? It was all three, indeed.
The men o' the marsh all played, drank and fought
Insults, shouted, bottles thrown,
Playin' together all times

No, indeed it was no fight or party
But the practice if the lejend'ry marshmen
If they play your tavern, bid it farewell
Naught it is they leave unchanged.