From: Maureen S. O'Brien (ej613@cleveland.Freenet.Edu)
 Subject: I Wish I'd Meet Some Nice Barrayaran 
 Newsgroups: alt.music.filk
 Date: 1994-05-23 12:11:10 PST 


Got the idea for this about a year ago, but finally got it done
on last Tuesday (after Marcon, alas).

"Barrayaran Girls"
Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 5/17/94
to the tune of "California Girls"

They stare at me and mutter, "Mutant"; then they look away.
I'm a dwarf, a freak.  Someone who's too weak
To be attractive, so they say.
But I've been 'round the wormholes, and I've met all kinds of girls
And the only ones who don't want my buns
Are the girls from my homeworld!

CH:
I wish I'd meet some nice Barrayaran
(I wish I'd meet some nice Barrayaran)
I wish I'd meet some nice Barrayaran
(I wish I'd meet some nice Barrayaran)
Girls.

Now Ivan, he gets lucky; and my dad, he's done all right.
Illyan never sleeps, but they say he keeps
His computer chip warm at night.
Koudelka has Aunt Droushie and Baz has Elena fair;
But at this rate, you'd think I'm celibate.
They'll have to clone me to get an heir.

CH:

I meet smart, willing women all the time and everywhere.
And even in a dungeon, I had a Taura-id love affair.
My Betan buddy Bel would take me all the ways it can,
But they just don't care back on Barrayar --
'Cause they would swear I'm not a man.

(Epilogue verse)
So once I thought that I was caught inside a dating hell.
(Now Elli) shares my bed, but she will not wed;
'Cause she'd have to wed my world as well.
She shares my heart, she shares my soul; but only half my life.
I really hate to say it, but I know someday it
Will be time to take a wife.

CH:

[Note: this song is set near the beginning of _Brothers in Arms_.
The epilogue verse would take place a little later. Also, remember
that Lois' pronunciation of "Barrayar" makes the "ar\r
sound like the "arr" in "barren" or "barrier".  (This is not true
of her pronunciation of "Hassadar", interestingly, though it does
apply to "Vorbarra".)]
-- 
Maureen S. O'Brien              We are like the roses ---
ad451@dayton.wright.edu         We are forced to grow.