A mundane Child asked of our King
"My last wish is to be a Knight"
The Court they said, "Your Excellency,
The Child he cannot fight"
The King knew that there wasn't time,
For the Child to grow into his shield,
And so he stood before the Court
and Announced across the feild.
"This Child does face a fiercesome foe,
I'd ne'er wish to fight,
He is brave and worthy,
to become one of my Knights."
The King did travel far and wide,
to the infirmary he went,
and taught the Child rule's of our Realm
Sergeants, Yeomans, Gallants.
The Child practiced everyday
with a little wooden sword,
until the King could rightfully say
once more before the Court,
"This Child does face a fiercesome foe
I'd ne'er fight to fight,
but he is brave and worthy,
to become one of my Knights."
Strong arms did lift the Child up,
before the King he knelt,
he swore an Oath of Fealty
and arose with a white belt.
"My Child you've proven all your worth,
Stay strong and do me well,
For Knighthood is an Honor
Swear to stay true to yourself,
For Child you face a fiercesome foe
I'd ne'er wish to fight,
But you are brave and worthy
I'm proud to call you my Knight."
Months went by and the Child grew worse
The King was summoned again,
He travelled night, he travelled day
to arrive at the young Knights bed.
He found the Child tired and weak
and watched as he did fade,
at last the King couldn't help but ask,
"Child are you not afraid?"
"My King I face a fiercesome foe,
a hopeless battle I fight,
but you taught me to be brave and true,
the day you made me your Knight."
Ne'er before and ne'er again,
was a boy so swore to fight,
then the mundane Child who started out,
and Died a Brave Boy Knight.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Silent Knight ~ Andrew MacRobb
Words by : Andrew MacRobb
Tune of : Silent Night
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
On the ground, lost the fight,
Mighty backhand from a big broadsword,
Wielded by a whitebelted lord,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
Marshalls cry, "Hold the fight!",
Chiurgeons bring the stretcher out,
Wonder if he's fought his last bout,
Look at that dent in his helm,
Look at that dent in his helm.
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
Next time he won't call "light",
Better to die than it is to lie,
He'll just hit harder on his next try,
Rhino-hiding don't pay,
Rhino-hiding don't pay,
Tune of : Silent Night
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
On the ground, lost the fight,
Mighty backhand from a big broadsword,
Wielded by a whitebelted lord,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
Marshalls cry, "Hold the fight!",
Chiurgeons bring the stretcher out,
Wonder if he's fought his last bout,
Look at that dent in his helm,
Look at that dent in his helm.
Silent knight, unconscious knight,
Next time he won't call "light",
Better to die than it is to lie,
He'll just hit harder on his next try,
Rhino-hiding don't pay,
Rhino-hiding don't pay,
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Herald's Lament ~ Mercedes Lackey
Heralds Lament Lyrics
Mercedes Lackey
A hand to wade along the road
A laugh to lighten any load
A place to bring a burden heart
And heal the ache of sorrow's dart
Who'd willing share in joy or tears
And help to ease the darkest fears
Or my soul like his own defense
And all because he was my friend
No grave could hold so free a soul
I see him in the frisking foal
I hear him laughing on the breeze
That stirs the very tops of trees
He soars with falcons on the wing
He hears the song that night birds sing
Death never dared him captive keep
He lies not there, he does not sleep
[Solo]
But there is silence at my side
That haunts the place he used to ride
And my Companion can't belay
The loss that I sustained this day
How bleak the future now has grown
Since I must face it all alone
My road is weary, dark and steep
And it is for myself I weep
~ I do not own this, all rights and credit goes to Mercedes Lackey
Mercedes Lackey
A hand to wade along the road
A laugh to lighten any load
A place to bring a burden heart
And heal the ache of sorrow's dart
Who'd willing share in joy or tears
And help to ease the darkest fears
Or my soul like his own defense
And all because he was my friend
No grave could hold so free a soul
I see him in the frisking foal
I hear him laughing on the breeze
That stirs the very tops of trees
He soars with falcons on the wing
He hears the song that night birds sing
Death never dared him captive keep
He lies not there, he does not sleep
[Solo]
But there is silence at my side
That haunts the place he used to ride
And my Companion can't belay
The loss that I sustained this day
How bleak the future now has grown
Since I must face it all alone
My road is weary, dark and steep
And it is for myself I weep
~ I do not own this, all rights and credit goes to Mercedes Lackey
Three Ravens ~ Thomas Ravencroft
There were three ravens sat on a tree,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
They were a black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate.
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
Their lies a knight slain under his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet
So well they do their master keep.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly
Down a down, hey down, hey down
No other fowl dare him come nigh,
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe
As heavy with young as she might go.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
She lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to earthen lake.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
She buried him before the prime,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
She was dead herself ere even-song time,
With a down.
God send every gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds, and such leman,
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
Down a down, hey down, hey down
They were a black as black might be,
With a down.
The one of them said to his mate.
"Where shall we our breakfast take?"
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
Down in yonder green field,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
Their lies a knight slain under his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet
So well they do their master keep.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
His hawks they fly so eagerly
Down a down, hey down, hey down
No other fowl dare him come nigh,
With a down.
Down there comes a fallow doe
As heavy with young as she might go.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
She lifted up his bloody head,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
And kissed his wounds that were so red,
With a down.
She got him up upon her back
And carried him to earthen lake.
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
She buried him before the prime,
Down a down, hey down, hey down
She was dead herself ere even-song time,
With a down.
God send every gentleman
Such hawks, such hounds, and such leman,
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down.
Henry Martin ~ Sir Andrew Barton
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all of the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
Now they had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day,
When he spied a stout lofty ship … ,
Come a-bibbing down on them straightway.
"Hello, hello," cried Henry Martin,
"What makes you sail so nigh?"
"O, I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
And if you please, we shall quickly pass by."
"Oh no, oh no," cried Henry Martin,
"This thing it never could be.
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
For to maintain my two brothers and me."
"Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizzen,
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give to you a full cannon ball,
And all your bodies drown in the salt sea."
"Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you'll not take from us our rich merchant goods,
No, nor point our bold guns to the sea."
And broadside, and broadside, and at it they went,
For fully two hours or three,
Until Henry Martin gave them the death shot,
And straight to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to fair London town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
And all of her merry men drowned.
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea.
The lot it fell upon Henry Martin,
The youngest of all of the three
That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
For to maintain his two brothers and he.
Now they had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And part of a short winter's day,
When he spied a stout lofty ship … ,
Come a-bibbing down on them straightway.
"Hello, hello," cried Henry Martin,
"What makes you sail so nigh?"
"O, I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town,
And if you please, we shall quickly pass by."
"Oh no, oh no," cried Henry Martin,
"This thing it never could be.
For I have turned robber all on the salt sea,
For to maintain my two brothers and me."
"Come lower your topsail and brail up your mizzen,
And bring your ship under my lee,
Or I will give to you a full cannon ball,
And all your bodies drown in the salt sea."
"Oh no, we won't lower our lofty topsail,
Nor bring our ship under your lee,
And you'll not take from us our rich merchant goods,
No, nor point our bold guns to the sea."
And broadside, and broadside, and at it they went,
For fully two hours or three,
Until Henry Martin gave them the death shot,
And straight to the bottom went she.
Bad news, bad news, to old England came,
Bad news to fair London town,
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast away,
And all of her merry men drowned.
The Chandler's Wife
A man (I) walked into the chandler's shop some candles for to buy,
He (I) looked around the chandler's shop but no one did he (I) spy.
So he turned upon his heels and to the door he sped
[alt 3rd line: I was disappointed and some angry words I said, ]
When he (I) heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
When he (I) heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
Well this young man was a bold young man so up the stairs he sped,
[alt 1st line: I was slick and I was quick, and up the stairs I sped, ]
And very surprised was he (I) to find the chandler's wife in bed;
And with her was a fine young man of most incredible size,
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before his (my) eyes.
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before his (my) eyes.
When the fun was over and done and the lady raised her head,
She was quite surprised to find him (me) standing by the bed
"If you would keep my secret sir, if you would be so kind,
You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
"You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
So, many a day and many a night when the chandler wasn't home,
Down to the chandler shop, for candles he (I) would roam.
But nary a one she gave to him (me), but gave to him (me) instead,
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light his (my) way to bed.
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light his (my) way to bed.
So, all you married men take heed, whenever you go to town,
If you must leave your woman alone, be sure to tie her down.
Or, if you would be kind to her, just lay her right down on the floor,
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
He (I) looked around the chandler's shop but no one did he (I) spy.
So he turned upon his heels and to the door he sped
[alt 3rd line: I was disappointed and some angry words I said, ]
When he (I) heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
When he (I) heard the sound of a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK up above my head.
Well this young man was a bold young man so up the stairs he sped,
[alt 1st line: I was slick and I was quick, and up the stairs I sped, ]
And very surprised was he (I) to find the chandler's wife in bed;
And with her was a fine young man of most incredible size,
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before his (my) eyes.
And they were having a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK right before his (my) eyes.
When the fun was over and done and the lady raised her head,
She was quite surprised to find him (me) standing by the bed
"If you would keep my secret sir, if you would be so kind,
You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
"You may drop in for a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK whenever you feel inclined."
So, many a day and many a night when the chandler wasn't home,
Down to the chandler shop, for candles he (I) would roam.
But nary a one she gave to him (me), but gave to him (me) instead,
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light his (my) way to bed.
Just a little bit more of the KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK to light his (my) way to bed.
So, all you married men take heed, whenever you go to town,
If you must leave your woman alone, be sure to tie her down.
Or, if you would be kind to her, just lay her right down on the floor,
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
And give her so much of that KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK she doesn't want any more.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Bardic in An Tir - Gwynafel Farleigh
We wait for the sun to set
For the wind to ebb away
For the fire to be lit
For the folk to find their way
We wait for Songstress Aria
To pull her drum around
For her voice to give it octave
In the hush we here it pound
We wait for Owen's flute to trill
And his singing of the Yew
Wait for Jazz's clear, sweet voice
A song she's written new
Charles sings to us in french
And Kelly's viking strong
Songs of war and love and death
Of battles right and wrong
Master James last night did speak
True tales he did tell
Of humor and of history
Of An Tir he knows well
The Brave and Bonny Host will ring
All voices filled with power
With (her Excellency) Baroness Mogg to lead the way
Our strong and gentle flower
Master Iago treats us fully
With his music and his prose
Scott and Richard break our hearts
With pinings and with woes
Ysane speaks about her soup
And afterwards: To Cake!
Hamish plays his bagpipes loud
They echo 'cross the lake
Janice dances, hips a-jingle
She smiles with a wink
Eyes upon her every move
Cheeks aglow and pink
Will MacBrennan tells a story
With words the pull you in
He moves and gestures wildly
and leaves you with a grin
So many others I have heard
Whose names I do not know
You've shared your talents here with us
And left our hearts aglow
So raise your voices every one
And lets all give a cheer
Without them all that speak or sing
There'd be no bardic in An Tir
For the wind to ebb away
For the fire to be lit
For the folk to find their way
We wait for Songstress Aria
To pull her drum around
For her voice to give it octave
In the hush we here it pound
We wait for Owen's flute to trill
And his singing of the Yew
Wait for Jazz's clear, sweet voice
A song she's written new
Charles sings to us in french
And Kelly's viking strong
Songs of war and love and death
Of battles right and wrong
Master James last night did speak
True tales he did tell
Of humor and of history
Of An Tir he knows well
The Brave and Bonny Host will ring
All voices filled with power
With (her Excellency) Baroness Mogg to lead the way
Our strong and gentle flower
Master Iago treats us fully
With his music and his prose
Scott and Richard break our hearts
With pinings and with woes
Ysane speaks about her soup
And afterwards: To Cake!
Hamish plays his bagpipes loud
They echo 'cross the lake
Janice dances, hips a-jingle
She smiles with a wink
Eyes upon her every move
Cheeks aglow and pink
Will MacBrennan tells a story
With words the pull you in
He moves and gestures wildly
and leaves you with a grin
So many others I have heard
Whose names I do not know
You've shared your talents here with us
And left our hearts aglow
So raise your voices every one
And lets all give a cheer
Without them all that speak or sing
There'd be no bardic in An Tir
Into the Battle ~ Caius Kristy
We charged into battle
on the field that day
With the sun beating high on our heads
Our comrades were beside us
and fear rushing inside
But justice led us on our way
Long journeys we've travelled
'til our feet were bone weary
And hearts pumping twice the norm
Ballads and poems
Shall be written of us
Terrifying tales as well
So worry not, fellow soldier
For our vengeance is noble
And we've nothing more to lose
Swords began clashing
Bodies began falling
And death's blood scent tinged the air
For all men must fight
And all must be faithful
But none are allowed to despair
And though we went on
Still we must mourn
Because triumph requires some loss
So we change into battle
onto fields and mountains
For all men must die some day.
on the field that day
With the sun beating high on our heads
Our comrades were beside us
and fear rushing inside
But justice led us on our way
Long journeys we've travelled
'til our feet were bone weary
And hearts pumping twice the norm
Ballads and poems
Shall be written of us
Terrifying tales as well
So worry not, fellow soldier
For our vengeance is noble
And we've nothing more to lose
Swords began clashing
Bodies began falling
And death's blood scent tinged the air
For all men must fight
And all must be faithful
But none are allowed to despair
And though we went on
Still we must mourn
Because triumph requires some loss
So we change into battle
onto fields and mountains
For all men must die some day.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Down at the Inn
Chorus
Hey digadin, Hey digadin
down at the inn, down at the inn
Hey digadin, Hey digadin
everyones down at the inn
My lady's a hostler, a hostler, a hostler
and a mighty fine hostler is she,
All day she mounts horses, mounts horses, mounts horses
and at night she comes home and drinks tea!
Chorsus
My lord is a farmer, a farmer, a farmer
and a mighty fine farmer is he.
All day he plows fields, he plows fields, he plows fields
and at night he goes home and drink tea!
Chorus
My lady's a mason, a mason, a mason
and a mighty fine mason is she.
All day she lays bricks, she lays bricks, she lay bricks
and at night she goes home and drinks tea.
Chorus
My lord is a carpenter, a carpenter, a carpenter
and a mighty fine carpenter is he,
all day he nails planks, he nails planks, he nails planks
and at night he comes home and drinks tea.
Chorus
My ladies a glassblower, a glassblowers, a glassblower,
and a mighty fine glassblower is she.
All day she blows glass, she glows glass, she blows glass,
and at night she comes home and drinks tea.
Chorus
My lord is a blacksmith, a blacksmith, a blacksmith
and a mighty fine blacksmith is he.
All day he bangs iron, bangs iron, bangs iron,
and at night he comes home and drinks tea!
Chorus
My ladies a herbalist, a herbalist, a herbalist,
and a mighty fine herbalist is she.
All day she drinks tea, she drinks tea, she drinks tea,
and at night she does nothing but pee!
others:
cobblers, tongues shoes
pastry chef, stuffs tarts
driver, goes down
Your father, scolds you
your mother, holds you
others:
cobblers, tongues shoes
pastry chef, stuffs tarts
driver, goes down
Your father, scolds you
your mother, holds you
Sky Boat Song ~ Sir Herald Boulton
words and music Sir Harold Boulton, 1884
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foe's stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
KEY F (trad Bb)
verse:
Dm Dm Gm Gm
Dm Bb Bb Bb
Dm Dm Gm Gm
Dm Bb Gm C
chorus:
F Dm C C
F Bb F C
F Dm C C
F Bb F F
Background: Skye Boat Song is a beautiful song about the Jacobite Rebellion
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Come and Be Welcome ~ Heather Dale
Come and be welcome, O wandering minstrel
Spreading your music from city to town
Be you harper or piper, your duty is noble
You carry the tunes that will never die down
Come from the forest and sit 'round the fire
Come from the fields and enter our hall
Come drink from the guest-cup
Come join in our circle
Come and be welcome ye bards one and all
Come and be welcome, O noble court poet
The treasure of knowledge is kept in your words
So unlock the riches of rhyme and of rhythm
And let all the wealth of your wisdom be heard
Come and be welcome, O fair-voiced singer
Weaving the magic of music along
You can thunder the heavens to raise up an army
Or simply bring laughter and peace with a song
Come and be welcome, O rare tale-teller
With stories of wonder you wisely recall
Now tell of the heroes who dwell in our history
For tales that are true are the best of them all
Come and be welcome of fireside drummer
With rhythms that echo the beat of the heart
Now waken the music and call to the dancers
The drum's beating pulse is a signal to start.
Come and be welcome, where you hail from
Share all the secrets and joys of your art
For every new voice that joins in the chorus
Will uplift the spirit and cheer the heart
Come from the forest and sit 'round the fire
Come from the fields and enter our hall
Come drink from the guest-cup
Come join in our circle
Come and be welcome ye bards one and all.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at http://www.heatherdale.com/!"
Spreading your music from city to town
Be you harper or piper, your duty is noble
You carry the tunes that will never die down
Come from the forest and sit 'round the fire
Come from the fields and enter our hall
Come drink from the guest-cup
Come join in our circle
Come and be welcome ye bards one and all
Come and be welcome, O noble court poet
The treasure of knowledge is kept in your words
So unlock the riches of rhyme and of rhythm
And let all the wealth of your wisdom be heard
Come and be welcome, O fair-voiced singer
Weaving the magic of music along
You can thunder the heavens to raise up an army
Or simply bring laughter and peace with a song
Come and be welcome, O rare tale-teller
With stories of wonder you wisely recall
Now tell of the heroes who dwell in our history
For tales that are true are the best of them all
Come and be welcome of fireside drummer
With rhythms that echo the beat of the heart
Now waken the music and call to the dancers
The drum's beating pulse is a signal to start.
Come and be welcome, where you hail from
Share all the secrets and joys of your art
For every new voice that joins in the chorus
Will uplift the spirit and cheer the heart
Come from the forest and sit 'round the fire
Come from the fields and enter our hall
Come drink from the guest-cup
Come join in our circle
Come and be welcome ye bards one and all.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at http://www.heatherdale.com/!"
White Rose ~ Heather Dale
I'll tell you a tale of when time had no meaning,When legend and history walked hand in hand,
When the swords of the mighty had bested the Dragon,
But the Elven still walked in the land.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The sun and the moon were fixed in the heavens.
The whole world grew weary as summer stood still.
A queen of great courage and the heart of the Dragon
Set her throne above the Elf Hill.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The queen on her throne called the Elven before her,
And said: look around you; time should march on.
I ask you to bow and make history the victor--
The day of the legends is gone.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The people approached her to offer their blessings,
And each brought red roses to lay at her feet.
While the Elven came forward to lay their last flowers:
White as the summer's defeat.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The cycles of time weave the world in their circles,
And the flower-crowned queen is among us again.
While the Elves have their place in the verses of legend
But not in the history of Man.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at www.HeatherDale.com!"
When the swords of the mighty had bested the Dragon,
But the Elven still walked in the land.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The sun and the moon were fixed in the heavens.
The whole world grew weary as summer stood still.
A queen of great courage and the heart of the Dragon
Set her throne above the Elf Hill.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The queen on her throne called the Elven before her,
And said: look around you; time should march on.
I ask you to bow and make history the victor--
The day of the legends is gone.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The people approached her to offer their blessings,
And each brought red roses to lay at her feet.
While the Elven came forward to lay their last flowers:
White as the summer's defeat.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
The cycles of time weave the world in their circles,
And the flower-crowned queen is among us again.
While the Elves have their place in the verses of legend
But not in the history of Man.
White rose: queen of the summer,
White rose: queen of the fall,
White rose: the new guard will follow,
White rose: the old guard will fall.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at www.HeatherDale.com!"
Bow to the Crown ~ Heather Dale
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour the crown and fight for their duty,
The champions of right and of all we should be.
The greatest of burdens, the highest renown,
The first ones to rise and the last to lie down.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour the one whose favour you bear,
And stride in their honour to wherever he bare.
Think on their fate when the battles begun,
And let them be proud of whatever you've won.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour your foe, and keep your aim true,
Remember they fight with the same heart as you.
Trust in their judgement of all that you throw,
For they are a part of the valour you show.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to each other and fight as you may.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at www.HeatherDale.com!"
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour the crown and fight for their duty,
The champions of right and of all we should be.
The greatest of burdens, the highest renown,
The first ones to rise and the last to lie down.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour the one whose favour you bear,
And stride in their honour to wherever he bare.
Think on their fate when the battles begun,
And let them be proud of whatever you've won.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Honour your foe, and keep your aim true,
Remember they fight with the same heart as you.
Trust in their judgement of all that you throw,
For they are a part of the valour you show.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to the crown,
Bow to the throne,
And bow to the one whose favour you own.
Remember their eyes are watching the fray,
Then bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to each other and fight as you may.
Bow to each other and fight as you may.
Written by Heather Dale (SCA: Marian of Heatherdale) -- check out her music at www.HeatherDale.com!"
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Beer
Dough, the Stuff that Buys Me Beer
To the tune of "Do Re Mi"Dough, the stuff that buys me beer
Ray, the guy who brings me beer
Me, the guy who drinks the beer
Fa(hr), a long way to the beer
So, I'll have another beer
La(ff), and have another beer
Tea, no thanks I'll have a beer
And that brings us back to
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Juice of the Barley~ traditional
- In the sweet county Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
- All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
- And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy,
- As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,
-
- Chorus:
- Singing bainne na mbó do na gamhna
- And the juice of the barley for me.
- Then when I was a young lad of six years or so,
- With me book and my pencil to school I did go,
- To a dirty old school house without any door,
- Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,
-
- Chorus
- At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
- But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking,
- Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
- But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
-
- Chorus
- Then one Sunday the priest read me out from the altar,
- Saying you'll end your days with your neck in a halter;
- And you'll dance a fine jig betwix heaven and hell,
- And his words they did haunt me the truth for to tell,
-
- Chorus
- So the very next morn as the dawn it did break,
- I went down to the priest house the pledge for to take,
- And in there in the room sat the priests in a bunch,
- Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,
-
- Chorus
- Well from that day to this I have wandered alone,
- I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
- With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
- And I'll dance out my days drinking whiskey galore,
-
- Chorus
Sunday, September 18, 2011
A Woman's Work is Never Done ~ stolen from the Bards of Avacal!
Here is a Song for Maids to sing,
Both in the Winter and in the Spring;
It is such a pretty conceited thing,
Which will much pleasure to them bring:
Maids may sit still, go, or run,
But a Woman's work is never done.
To a Delicate Northern Tune, "A Woman's Work is never done", or, "The Beds making"
As I was wandering on the way,
I heard a married woman say
That she had lived a sollid life [grave, serious]
Ever since the time that she was made a wife.
"For why," quoth she, "my labor is hard,
And all my pleasures are debarr'd:
Both morning, evening, night and noon,
I'm sure a woman's work is never done.
"And now," quoth she, "I will relate
The manner of my woful fate;
And how my self I do bestow,
As all my neighbours well do know:
And therin all, that will hear,
Unto my song I pray a while give ear;
Ile make it plainly to appear, right soon,
How that a woman's work is never done.
"For when that I wil rise early in the morn,
Before that I my head with dressings adorn,
I sweep and cleanse the house, as need doth require,
Or, if that it be cold, I make a fire:
Then my husband's breakfast I must dress,
To fill his belly with some wholesom mess;
Perhaps thereof I eat a little, or none,
But I'm sure a woman's work is never done.
"Next thing that I in order do,
My children must be lookt unto;
Then I take them from their naked beds,
To put on their clothes and comb their heads:
And then, what hap soever betide,
Their breakfast straight I must provide.
'Bread!' cries my daughter; and 'Drink!' my son,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"And when that I have fill'd their bellies full,
Some of them I pack away to school,
All save one sucking childe, that at my brest
Doth knaw and bite, and sorely me molest:
But when I have laid him doen to sleep,
I am constrain'd the house to keep,
For then the pottage-pot I must hang on,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
And when my pottage-pot is ready to hoil, [boil over]
I must be careful all the while;
And for to cum the pot is my desire,
Or else all the fat will run i' th' fire.
But when th'leven a clock bell it doth chime,
Then I know't is near upon dinner time:
To lay the table-cloth I then do run,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"When dinner time is gone and over-past,
My husband he runs out o' th' doors in haste;
He scarce gives me a kiss for all that I
Have dealt and done to him so lovingly;
Which sometimes grieves me to the heart,
To see him so clownishly depart:
But to my first discourse let me go on,
To shew a woman's work is never done.
"There's never a day, from morn to night,
But I with work am tired quite;
For when the game with me is at the best,
I hardly in a day take one hour's rest;
Sometimes I knit, and sometimes I spin,
Sometimes I wash, and sometimes I do wring.
Sometimes I sit, and sowe by myself alone,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"In making of the beds such pains I take,
Untilmy back, and sides, and arms, do ake;
And yet my husband deals so cruelly,
That he but seldom comes to comfort me.
And then at night, when the clock strike nine,
My husband he will say, 'tis supper time;
Then presently he must be waited upon,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"When supper's ended to bed we must go--
You all do know't is fitting it should be so--
Then do I think to settle all things right,
In hope that I shall take some rest by night.
The biggest of my children together I lay,
And place them by degrees so well as I may:
But yet there is a thing to be thought upon,
For why, a woman's work is never done.
"Then if my husband turns me to the wall,
Then my sucking childe will cray and brawl;
Six of seven times for the brest 't wil cry,
And then, I pray you judge, what rest take I.
And if at any time asleep I be,
Perchance my husband wakes, and then wakes me;
Then he does that to me which cannot shun,
Yet I could wish that work were oftener done.
"All you merry girles that hear this ditty,
Both in countrey, and in the city;
Take good notice of my lines I pray,
And make the use of the time you may:
You see that maids live more merrier lives,
Then do the best of married wives:
And thus to end my song as I begun,
You know a woman's work is never done.
Both in the Winter and in the Spring;
It is such a pretty conceited thing,
Which will much pleasure to them bring:
Maids may sit still, go, or run,
But a Woman's work is never done.
To a Delicate Northern Tune, "A Woman's Work is never done", or, "The Beds making"
As I was wandering on the way,
I heard a married woman say
That she had lived a sollid life [grave, serious]
Ever since the time that she was made a wife.
"For why," quoth she, "my labor is hard,
And all my pleasures are debarr'd:
Both morning, evening, night and noon,
I'm sure a woman's work is never done.
"And now," quoth she, "I will relate
The manner of my woful fate;
And how my self I do bestow,
As all my neighbours well do know:
And therin all, that will hear,
Unto my song I pray a while give ear;
Ile make it plainly to appear, right soon,
How that a woman's work is never done.
"For when that I wil rise early in the morn,
Before that I my head with dressings adorn,
I sweep and cleanse the house, as need doth require,
Or, if that it be cold, I make a fire:
Then my husband's breakfast I must dress,
To fill his belly with some wholesom mess;
Perhaps thereof I eat a little, or none,
But I'm sure a woman's work is never done.
"Next thing that I in order do,
My children must be lookt unto;
Then I take them from their naked beds,
To put on their clothes and comb their heads:
And then, what hap soever betide,
Their breakfast straight I must provide.
'Bread!' cries my daughter; and 'Drink!' my son,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"And when that I have fill'd their bellies full,
Some of them I pack away to school,
All save one sucking childe, that at my brest
Doth knaw and bite, and sorely me molest:
But when I have laid him doen to sleep,
I am constrain'd the house to keep,
For then the pottage-pot I must hang on,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
And when my pottage-pot is ready to hoil, [boil over]
I must be careful all the while;
And for to cum the pot is my desire,
Or else all the fat will run i' th' fire.
But when th'leven a clock bell it doth chime,
Then I know't is near upon dinner time:
To lay the table-cloth I then do run,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"When dinner time is gone and over-past,
My husband he runs out o' th' doors in haste;
He scarce gives me a kiss for all that I
Have dealt and done to him so lovingly;
Which sometimes grieves me to the heart,
To see him so clownishly depart:
But to my first discourse let me go on,
To shew a woman's work is never done.
"There's never a day, from morn to night,
But I with work am tired quite;
For when the game with me is at the best,
I hardly in a day take one hour's rest;
Sometimes I knit, and sometimes I spin,
Sometimes I wash, and sometimes I do wring.
Sometimes I sit, and sowe by myself alone,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"In making of the beds such pains I take,
Untilmy back, and sides, and arms, do ake;
And yet my husband deals so cruelly,
That he but seldom comes to comfort me.
And then at night, when the clock strike nine,
My husband he will say, 'tis supper time;
Then presently he must be waited upon,
And thus a woman's work is never done.
"When supper's ended to bed we must go--
You all do know't is fitting it should be so--
Then do I think to settle all things right,
In hope that I shall take some rest by night.
The biggest of my children together I lay,
And place them by degrees so well as I may:
But yet there is a thing to be thought upon,
For why, a woman's work is never done.
"Then if my husband turns me to the wall,
Then my sucking childe will cray and brawl;
Six of seven times for the brest 't wil cry,
And then, I pray you judge, what rest take I.
And if at any time asleep I be,
Perchance my husband wakes, and then wakes me;
Then he does that to me which cannot shun,
Yet I could wish that work were oftener done.
"All you merry girles that hear this ditty,
Both in countrey, and in the city;
Take good notice of my lines I pray,
And make the use of the time you may:
You see that maids live more merrier lives,
Then do the best of married wives:
And thus to end my song as I begun,
You know a woman's work is never done.
Come With Me ~ Alison Baird
Chorus
Come with me, oh come my beloved
unto the hill and the forest free
there shall be mirth and merry feasting
come, maiden fair, and dance with me.
Verse 1
High leaps the Hart, the Hind follows after
hark to the Dove crooning on the green bow
full is the forest with joy and with laughter
come, do not tarry, oh come with me now
Chorus
Verse 2
Ne'er did Lantern shine so brightly
than the full moon of the evening sky
nor marble fountain make such music
as the streams whispering lullaby.
Chorus
Verse 3
Better the Earth and the green root living
than the cold stone of the castle hall
and merry the company your keeping
drunk in the shade of the willow tree tall
Chorus
Verse 4
When you grow tired of Fairy Revels
unto the hill you may take your rest
moss for your pillow, the wildwood your chamber
slumbering sound on the green Earth's breast.
2x Chorus
Come with me, oh come my beloved
unto the hill and the forest free
there shall be mirth and merry feasting
come, maiden fair, and dance with me.
Verse 1
High leaps the Hart, the Hind follows after
hark to the Dove crooning on the green bow
full is the forest with joy and with laughter
come, do not tarry, oh come with me now
Chorus
Verse 2
Ne'er did Lantern shine so brightly
than the full moon of the evening sky
nor marble fountain make such music
as the streams whispering lullaby.
Chorus
Verse 3
Better the Earth and the green root living
than the cold stone of the castle hall
and merry the company your keeping
drunk in the shade of the willow tree tall
Chorus
Verse 4
When you grow tired of Fairy Revels
unto the hill you may take your rest
moss for your pillow, the wildwood your chamber
slumbering sound on the green Earth's breast.
2x Chorus
Friday, September 16, 2011
Einherjer - Odin Owns Ye All
Hope to turn this into an Sca Song myself. It's heavy metal, but I'm sure it'll be easy to change over :3
I sit by the fires gleam all by myself
Four empty chairs & one've been kept warm
I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord
I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more
Odin owns ye all
I sing to them songs I wish their best on their way
I'm sure a valkyrie found them in the battle that day
I drink to my kinsmen who fought bravely at sea
I drink to my kin who'll be missed not just by me
Odin owns ye all
To arms To arms - The kinsmen said
They've chosen to meet us in battle today
Fight Fight - The kinsmen said
If we show true norse courage they'll soon run away
Wrong Wrong - The kinsmen thought
You cowards are fourty men may you rot in Hel
Rise Rise - The valkyries said
Odin decided this day you would die
I drink to my kinsmen
Who sails now with Njord
I drink to my kin
Who'll drink here no more
I drink to my kinsmen
Who fought bravely at sea
I drink to my kin
Who'll be missed not just by me
I sit by the fires gleam all by myself
Four empty chairs & one've been kept warm
I drink to my kinsmen who sails now with Njord
I drink to my kin who'll drink here no more
Odin owns ye all
I sing to them songs I wish their best on their way
I'm sure a valkyrie found them in the battle that day
I drink to my kinsmen who fought bravely at sea
I drink to my kin who'll be missed not just by me
Odin owns ye all
To arms To arms - The kinsmen said
They've chosen to meet us in battle today
Fight Fight - The kinsmen said
If we show true norse courage they'll soon run away
Wrong Wrong - The kinsmen thought
You cowards are fourty men may you rot in Hel
Rise Rise - The valkyries said
Odin decided this day you would die
I drink to my kinsmen
Who sails now with Njord
I drink to my kin
Who'll drink here no more
I drink to my kinsmen
Who fought bravely at sea
I drink to my kin
Who'll be missed not just by me
Moose
When I was a young lad I used to like girls,
I'd play with their corsets and fondle their curls.
'Till one day, my lady I caught with some churl,
Now you'd never get treated that way by a moose.
I'd play with their corsets and fondle their curls.
'Till one day, my lady I caught with some churl,
Now you'd never get treated that way by a moose.
Chorus
Moose, moose, I likes a moose,
I've never had anything quite like a moose.
I've had lots of lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.
Moose, moose, I likes a moose,
I've never had anything quite like a moose.
I've had lots of lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.
Now when I'm in mood for a very good lay,
I go to my closet and get me some hay.
I go to my window and spread it around.
'Cause moose always come when there's hay on the ground.
I go to my closet and get me some hay.
I go to my window and spread it around.
'Cause moose always come when there's hay on the ground.
Chorus...
Gorillas are all right on Saturday night,
Lions and tigers, they puts up a fight.
But it's just not the same when you slam your caboose,
As the feeling you get when you humps with a moose.
Lions and tigers, they puts up a fight.
But it's just not the same when you slam your caboose,
As the feeling you get when you humps with a moose.
Chorus
I've done it with beasties with long flowing hair,
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs were not there.
I've done it with walrus, a monkey, and goose,
But it's just not the same when you screw with a moose.
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs were not there.
I've done it with walrus, a monkey, and goose,
But it's just not the same when you screw with a moose.
Chorus
Now that I am old and advanced in my years,
I look back on my life and shed me no tears.
As I sit in my chair with my glass of Matheus,
Playing Hide-The-Salami with Melba the Moose.
I look back on my life and shed me no tears.
As I sit in my chair with my glass of Matheus,
Playing Hide-The-Salami with Melba the Moose.
Chorus...
to listen to the song, visit:
Born on a Listfield
in keeping (kinda) with the honored tradition, Ivan Battleskald - creater of this song - asked that none should write it down.
Here, instead, is the song for which you can listen and learn :3
Rogues Seamen ~Captain's Wife's Lament
a fun little ditty by Paul and Storm
The ship sailed into harbor
After fifteen months at sea
The captain hit the tavern
With his crew of fifty-three
After fifteen months at sea
The captain hit the tavern
With his crew of fifty-three
After drinking up their pay
They staggered through the town
But all the inns and public houses
Turned the sailors down
They staggered through the town
But all the inns and public houses
Turned the sailors down
The captain said “Fear not, me lads
You all can come with me
I live just ‘round the corner
And you all can stay for free”
You all can come with me
I live just ‘round the corner
And you all can stay for free”
But when the captain’s wife awoke
Upon the break of day
They say that you could hear her wailin’
Clear to Bot’ny Bay…
Upon the break of day
They say that you could hear her wailin’
Clear to Bot’ny Bay…
She said there’s
Seamen all around the bed
And seamen on the floor
Seamen in the bathroom
And behind the closet door
Seamen all around the bed
And seamen on the floor
Seamen in the bathroom
And behind the closet door
There’s seamen in the fireplace
And seamen in the hall
The living room is carpeted
With seamen, wall to wall
And seamen in the hall
The living room is carpeted
With seamen, wall to wall
There’s seamen in the entryway
And seamen on the stair
And worst of all, there’s even seamen
In me underwear
And seamen on the stair
And worst of all, there’s even seamen
In me underwear
There’s some behind the larder
And beneath the table, too
I do believe your seamen
Got into me Irish stew
And beneath the table, too
I do believe your seamen
Got into me Irish stew
There’s seamen here in front of me
And seamen in the rear
My God—there’s even seamen
Hanging from the chandelier
And seamen in the rear
My God—there’s even seamen
Hanging from the chandelier
There’s seamen on the windowsill
And seamen in the yard
The seamen even left a stain
Upon the Saint Bernard
And seamen in the yard
The seamen even left a stain
Upon the Saint Bernard
Although I am a patient wife
‘Tis more than I can bear
To wake up in the morning
With your seamen in my hair
‘Tis more than I can bear
To wake up in the morning
With your seamen in my hair
I ne’er again do wish to see thee
Darken up my door
So clean up all your seamen and
Come round my way no more
So clean up all your seamen and
Come round my way no more!
Darken up my door
So clean up all your seamen and
Come round my way no more
So clean up all your seamen and
Come round my way no more!
Monday, September 12, 2011
A Lusty Young Smith ~ Richard Leveridge 1705
I really want to learn this one :3
1. A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing.
His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow.
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,
And asked if to work in her forge he would go.
chorus:
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho.
2. "I will," said the smith, and they went off
together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot
weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him glow.
3. Her husband, she said, no good work could
afford her.
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago.
The smith said "Well mine are in very good order,
And now I am ready my skill for to show."
4. Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
Said she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
5. Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so,
But as often ‘twas hardened, still beating and
beating,
But the more it was softened, it hardened more
slow.
6. When the smith rose to go, said the dame full of
sorrow:
"Oh, what would I give could my husband do so.
Young smith with your hammer, come hither
tomorrow,
But please could you use it once more ere you go!"
1. A lusty young smith at his vice stood a-filing.
His hammer laid by but his forge still aglow.
When to him a buxom young damsel came smiling,
And asked if to work in her forge he would go.
chorus:
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle bang jingle.
With a jingle bang jingle bang jingle high ho.
2. "I will," said the smith, and they went off
together,
Along to the young damsel's forge they did go.
They stripped to go to it, 'twas hot work and hot
weather.
They kindled a fire and she soon made him glow.
3. Her husband, she said, no good work could
afford her.
His strength and his tools were worn out long ago.
The smith said "Well mine are in very good order,
And now I am ready my skill for to show."
4. Red hot grew his iron, as both did desire,
And he was too wise not to strike while 'twas so.
Said she, "What I get I get out of the fire,
So prithee, strike home and redouble the blow."
5. Six times did his iron, by vigorous heating,
Grow soft in her forge in a minute or so,
But as often ‘twas hardened, still beating and
beating,
But the more it was softened, it hardened more
slow.
6. When the smith rose to go, said the dame full of
sorrow:
"Oh, what would I give could my husband do so.
Young smith with your hammer, come hither
tomorrow,
But please could you use it once more ere you go!"
Maids When You're Young
Maids When You're Young
1791 (Roud 210)
1. An old man came courting me
(Hey dinga doorum down)
An old man came courting me
(Me being young)
An old man came courting me
Fain would he marry me
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
chorus:
For he's got no faloorum, hi diddle hi doorum down
For he's got no faloorum, hi diddle hi day
He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding doorum
down
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
this is the tune i like to sing it to:
2. When we went to the church
He left me in the lurch
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
3.When we went up to bed
He lay like he was dead
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
4. Now when he went to sleep
Out of bed I did creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
And I found his faloorum, hi diddle hi doorum
down
I found his faloorum, hi diddle hi day
I found his falodoorum and he got my ding doorum
down
Maid's When You're Young Maids when you're young never wed an old man
1791 (Roud 210)
1. An old man came courting me
(Hey dinga doorum down)
An old man came courting me
(Me being young)
An old man came courting me
Fain would he marry me
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
chorus:
For he's got no faloorum, hi diddle hi doorum down
For he's got no faloorum, hi diddle hi day
He's got no faloorum, he's lost his ding doorum
down
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
this is the tune i like to sing it to:
2. When we went to the church
He left me in the lurch
Maids when you're young, never wed an old man
3.When we went up to bed
He lay like he was dead
Maids when you're young never wed an old man
4. Now when he went to sleep
Out of bed I did creep
Into the arms of a handsome young man
And I found his faloorum, hi diddle hi doorum
down
I found his faloorum, hi diddle hi day
I found his falodoorum and he got my ding doorum
down
Maid's When You're Young Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Sunday, September 11, 2011
The Old Dun Cow - heard around the campfire
The Old Dun Cow. Lyrics as I remember them (my alterations).
Some friends of mine in the public house were playing dominoes one night.
When into the room the barman came; his face was chalky white.
"What's up?" says Brown. "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen me Aunt Maria?"
"Oh your Aunt Maria be buggered" says he. "Sure me whole bloody pub's on fire!" (Aunt Maria to blazes)
"Fire", says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me.
"It's down to the cellar if the fire's not there; we'll have a grand old spree."
So we all went down after good old Brown, down where the booze was free.
And we hadn't been five minutes there 'til we were drunk and disorderly.
Chorus:
And there was Brown, upside down, lapping up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came knocking on the door.
Ah don't let 'em in 'til it's all locked up. Someone shouted "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when The Old Dun Cow caught fire.
Smith went over to the port wine tub and gave it a few hard knocks.
Started taking off his pantaloons likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on!" says Brown; "That ain't allowed. You can't do that in here.
"Don't go washing your trotters in the port wine tub when there's plenty of that old stale beer." (plenty of that Kokanee beer)
Chorus
Up from above came an awful crash. Half the bloody roof gave way.
We were almost drowned by the fireman's hose but we were feeling gay.
So we got some sacks and some old tin-tacks and we nailed ourselves inside.
And we sat there drinking pints of ale until we were bleary-eyed.
Last chorus.
Some friends of mine in the public house were playing dominoes one night.
When into the room the barman came; his face was chalky white.
"What's up?" says Brown. "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen me Aunt Maria?"
"Oh your Aunt Maria be buggered" says he. "Sure me whole bloody pub's on fire!" (Aunt Maria to blazes)
"Fire", says Brown, "What a bit of luck. Everybody follow me.
"It's down to the cellar if the fire's not there; we'll have a grand old spree."
So we all went down after good old Brown, down where the booze was free.
And we hadn't been five minutes there 'til we were drunk and disorderly.
Chorus:
And there was Brown, upside down, lapping up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried as they came knocking on the door.
Ah don't let 'em in 'til it's all locked up. Someone shouted "MacIntyre!"
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk when The Old Dun Cow caught fire.
Smith went over to the port wine tub and gave it a few hard knocks.
Started taking off his pantaloons likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on!" says Brown; "That ain't allowed. You can't do that in here.
"Don't go washing your trotters in the port wine tub when there's plenty of that old stale beer." (plenty of that Kokanee beer)
Chorus
Up from above came an awful crash. Half the bloody roof gave way.
We were almost drowned by the fireman's hose but we were feeling gay.
So we got some sacks and some old tin-tacks and we nailed ourselves inside.
And we sat there drinking pints of ale until we were bleary-eyed.
Last chorus.
Greensleeves
Greensleeves
poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's. From 'A Handful of Pleasant Delites', 1584, from the collection of
Israel G. Young. The tune first appears in 1652.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my hart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company!
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave;
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
I bought three kerchers to thy head,
That were wrought fine and gallantly;
I kept them both at board and bed,
Which cost my purse wellfavour'dly.
I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as fine might be:
I gave thee jewels for thy chest;
And all this cost I spent on thee.
Thy smock of silk both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously;
Thy petticoat of sendall right;
And this I bought thee gladly.
Thy girdle of gold so red,
With pearls bedecked sumptously,
The like no other lasses had;
And yet you do not love me!
Thy purse, and eke thy gay gilt knives,
Thy pin-case, gallant to the eye;
No better wore the burgess' wives;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thy gown was of the grassy green,
The sleeves of satin hanging by;
Which made thee be our harvest queen;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thy garters fringed with the gold,
And silver aglets hanging by;
Which made thee blithe for to behold;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
My gayest gelding thee I gave,
To ride wherever liked thee;
No lady ever was so brave;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
They set thee up, they took thee down,
They served thee with humility;
Thy foot might not once touch the ground;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
For every morning, when thou rose,
I sent thee dainties, orderly,
To cheer thy stomach from all woes;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily,
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
And who did pay for all this gear,
That thou didst spend when pleased thee?
Even I that am rejected here,
And thou disdainst to love me!
Well! I will pray to God on high,
That thou my constancy mayst see,
And that, yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me!
Greensleeves, now farewell! Adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee!
For I am still thy lover true;
Come once again and love me!
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's. From 'A Handful of Pleasant Delites', 1584, from the collection of
Israel G. Young. The tune first appears in 1652.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my hart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously;
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company!
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave;
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
I bought three kerchers to thy head,
That were wrought fine and gallantly;
I kept them both at board and bed,
Which cost my purse wellfavour'dly.
I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as fine might be:
I gave thee jewels for thy chest;
And all this cost I spent on thee.
Thy smock of silk both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously;
Thy petticoat of sendall right;
And this I bought thee gladly.
Thy girdle of gold so red,
With pearls bedecked sumptously,
The like no other lasses had;
And yet you do not love me!
Thy purse, and eke thy gay gilt knives,
Thy pin-case, gallant to the eye;
No better wore the burgess' wives;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thy gown was of the grassy green,
The sleeves of satin hanging by;
Which made thee be our harvest queen;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thy garters fringed with the gold,
And silver aglets hanging by;
Which made thee blithe for to behold;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
My gayest gelding thee I gave,
To ride wherever liked thee;
No lady ever was so brave;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
They set thee up, they took thee down,
They served thee with humility;
Thy foot might not once touch the ground;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
For every morning, when thou rose,
I sent thee dainties, orderly,
To cheer thy stomach from all woes;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
But still thou hadst it readily,
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me!
And who did pay for all this gear,
That thou didst spend when pleased thee?
Even I that am rejected here,
And thou disdainst to love me!
Well! I will pray to God on high,
That thou my constancy mayst see,
And that, yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me!
Greensleeves, now farewell! Adieu!
God I pray to prosper thee!
For I am still thy lover true;
Come once again and love me!
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.
Soul Cake
Soul Cake, a soul cake,
please good mistress a soul cake
an apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
Sung with Rose Red, Hey Ho Nobody, and Ah Poor Boy
please good mistress a soul cake
an apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
any good thing to make us all merry
Sung with Rose Red, Hey Ho Nobody, and Ah Poor Boy
Ah Poor Bird
Ah poor bird,
take thy flight
far above the sorrows
of this sad night
Thou poor bird
mounst the tree
where sweetly thou dist
warble, in thy wandering free
Oh my Love
Lov'st thou me,
then quickly come and save
him, who dies for thee
sung in conjuncture with 'Rose Red', 'Soul Cake', and 'Hey Ho Nobody at Home'
take thy flight
far above the sorrows
of this sad night
Thou poor bird
mounst the tree
where sweetly thou dist
warble, in thy wandering free
Oh my Love
Lov'st thou me,
then quickly come and save
him, who dies for thee
sung in conjuncture with 'Rose Red', 'Soul Cake', and 'Hey Ho Nobody at Home'
Rose Red
Rose Red
Probably 17th C. The version that we sing is different to any that I could find.
Round for 3 voices
Rose, rose, rose, red,
will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
at thy will.
Also: Rose, rose, rose, rose
Shall I ever see thee red
Aye, marry, that thou wilt
If thou but stay.
This song is often sung in canon with Hey Ho, Nobody Home and Ah Poor Bird. (In this case everyone singing
the same song should be singing together, not as a round.
Probably 17th C. The version that we sing is different to any that I could find.
Round for 3 voices
Rose, rose, rose, red,
will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
at thy will.
Also: Rose, rose, rose, rose
Shall I ever see thee red
Aye, marry, that thou wilt
If thou but stay.
This song is often sung in canon with Hey Ho, Nobody Home and Ah Poor Bird. (In this case everyone singing
the same song should be singing together, not as a round.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Jug of Punch
One evening in the month of June
As I was sitting in my room
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,What more diversion can a man desire?
too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was "The Jug Of Punch."
Than to sit him down by an alehouse fire
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And upon the table a jug of punch.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,Let the doctors come with all their art
too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch.
They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,And if I get drunk, well, me money's me own
T too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Even a cripple forgets his hunch
When he's snug outside of a jug of punch.
And them don't like me they can leave me alone
I'll chune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,And when I'm dead and in my grave
T oo ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
I'll chune me fiddle and I'll rosin me bow
And I'll be welcome wherever I go.
No costly tombstone will I crave
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay,KEY G
Too ra loo ra loo, too ra loo ra lay
Just lay me down in my native peat
With a jug of punch at my head and feet.
verse/chorus:
G C G D7
G C G D7 G
An Tir Evermore ~ Aliena Searover
sung to the tune of - Something to Sing About
I have walked 'cross the stones
that make up the Knowne World's bones
Sailed on her waters to Lochac's far shore;
The things I have seen all the places that I have been
All I can say is "An Tir Evermore!"
Chorus:
From Three Mountains' harbour to the Oerthan border
From far Borealis to Seagirt's rocky shores (ye-hah)
With Pendale and Appledore, Adiantum, Curragh Mor
All I can say is "An Tir Evermore!"
Ithras show us the way, that our skills, then, we may display,
Banquets and feasts give a taste of the past;
And we'll fight bloody wars to the strains of a troubadour,
Whatever we do, we are never outclassed.
(Chorus)
Now An Tir is our land, there's no other that's half as grand;
Not MidRealm, Trimaris, The Outlands, Caid.
With our Peers by our side, and the people who are our pride
"We Stand Together!", our call and our creed.
(Chorus)
I have walked 'cross the stones
that make up the Knowne World's bones
Sailed on her waters to Lochac's far shore;
The things I have seen all the places that I have been
All I can say is "An Tir Evermore!"
Chorus:
From Three Mountains' harbour to the Oerthan border
From far Borealis to Seagirt's rocky shores (ye-hah)
With Pendale and Appledore, Adiantum, Curragh Mor
All I can say is "An Tir Evermore!"
Ithras show us the way, that our skills, then, we may display,
Banquets and feasts give a taste of the past;
And we'll fight bloody wars to the strains of a troubadour,
Whatever we do, we are never outclassed.
(Chorus)
Now An Tir is our land, there's no other that's half as grand;
Not MidRealm, Trimaris, The Outlands, Caid.
With our Peers by our side, and the people who are our pride
"We Stand Together!", our call and our creed.
(Chorus)
Friday, September 9, 2011
The Battling Bards of An Tir - fireside adaptation
Battling bards of An Tir
As the sounds of the battle fade with the day
And the well fought out gentry retreat from the frey
A hush falls over the camp and you see
A new battle grows in excitement this eve.
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Admire pavilions you pass in the camp
but follow the faint sound of instruments
out of the bustle and out of the bray
Into the woods where we gather to play
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
The weapon of choice is not shield nor sword
But weapons designed to play beautiful chords
The battle not won by brut force or brawn
But battle by wit and by sweet song and charms
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
As the day dawns and a fire is lit
Warriors gather there kin and there kit
The battle is ready as all settle in
One warrior rises and steps up to sing
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Come hear the songs of the bold and the brave
Of our fair maidens and noble campaigns
Come hear the tales that are sure to be told
That can stir up a gentle deep down in their soul
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
The mead flows from every vassal in sight
The lips of the meek made bold by the wine
Each lord and lady and squire and knight
They too will join in the battle this night
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Some of the warriors will battle all night
only yeilding the field to the dawns early light
This battle that’s fought will never be won
For the warriors who fight it have too much
fun.
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
by Olaf
As the sounds of the battle fade with the day
And the well fought out gentry retreat from the frey
A hush falls over the camp and you see
A new battle grows in excitement this eve.
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Admire pavilions you pass in the camp
but follow the faint sound of instruments
out of the bustle and out of the bray
Into the woods where we gather to play
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
The weapon of choice is not shield nor sword
But weapons designed to play beautiful chords
The battle not won by brut force or brawn
But battle by wit and by sweet song and charms
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
As the day dawns and a fire is lit
Warriors gather there kin and there kit
The battle is ready as all settle in
One warrior rises and steps up to sing
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Come hear the songs of the bold and the brave
Of our fair maidens and noble campaigns
Come hear the tales that are sure to be told
That can stir up a gentle deep down in their soul
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
The mead flows from every vassal in sight
The lips of the meek made bold by the wine
Each lord and lady and squire and knight
They too will join in the battle this night
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
Some of the warriors will battle all night
only yeilding the field to the dawns early light
This battle that’s fought will never be won
For the warriors who fight it have too much
fun.
You quicken your step to the beat of the drum
Calling you forward with it’s soft hum
Our lilting music will help draw you near’r
Come join the battling bards of An Tir
by Olaf
The Battling Bards of An Tir - Ballad by Olaf
Battling bards of An Tir
As the sounds of battle fade from the day
And the well fought gentry’ retreat from the field
A hush falls over our camp in anticipation you
see
For a new battle grows nearer and nearer this
eve.
For those who are new to this game we all play
You have no understanding of why people are
feeling this way
As you wander through camp in awe of the day
Admiring the pavilions you’ve past on your way
You hear a faint sound that draws you its way.
This sound you hear in the wood where we play
At first it seems so fare away
But as you draw nearer and nearer
You know it to be instruments at play
As you quicken your step to find your way there
You listen intently to the music you hear
It draws you into a clearing to see
You have found the battling bards of An Tir.
The weapons of choice although not shield and
sword
Are weapons designed to play beautiful chords
The battles not won by brut force or brawn
But won by good wit and sweet song
As day fades to night and a fire is lit
The warriors all gather under a great tent
Soon the battle is joined as all settle in
As one of the worriers steps up to sing
The songs that are sung are of the bold and the
brave
Or fare maids who are left for noble campaigns
It’s not just songs that are sung but also tales told
That stirs a person deep down in their soul
As the battle rages on well into the night
The wine and mead flows from every vassal in
sight
The lips of the meek are soon made bold by the
wine
And they too will join into the battle this night
The only losers in this battle that rages all night
Are those who refuse to join in the fight
Some of the warriors will battle all night
And only yield the field to dawns early light
This battle that’s fought will never be won
For the warriors who fight are having too much
fun.
As the sounds of battle fade from the day
And the well fought gentry’ retreat from the field
A hush falls over our camp in anticipation you
see
For a new battle grows nearer and nearer this
eve.
For those who are new to this game we all play
You have no understanding of why people are
feeling this way
As you wander through camp in awe of the day
Admiring the pavilions you’ve past on your way
You hear a faint sound that draws you its way.
This sound you hear in the wood where we play
At first it seems so fare away
But as you draw nearer and nearer
You know it to be instruments at play
As you quicken your step to find your way there
You listen intently to the music you hear
It draws you into a clearing to see
You have found the battling bards of An Tir.
The weapons of choice although not shield and
sword
Are weapons designed to play beautiful chords
The battles not won by brut force or brawn
But won by good wit and sweet song
As day fades to night and a fire is lit
The warriors all gather under a great tent
Soon the battle is joined as all settle in
As one of the worriers steps up to sing
The songs that are sung are of the bold and the
brave
Or fare maids who are left for noble campaigns
It’s not just songs that are sung but also tales told
That stirs a person deep down in their soul
As the battle rages on well into the night
The wine and mead flows from every vassal in
sight
The lips of the meek are soon made bold by the
wine
And they too will join into the battle this night
The only losers in this battle that rages all night
Are those who refuse to join in the fight
Some of the warriors will battle all night
And only yield the field to dawns early light
This battle that’s fought will never be won
For the warriors who fight are having too much
fun.
The Brave and Bonny Host ~ Roger the Goliard
Oh, see how the mist lies over the field;
The morning of battle has come.
Soft in the glen there's the muffled sound of men,
And the murmur of a battle drum.
Now the light of the sun spreads over the hill;
It scatters the mist from the green,
And there in the clear come the warriors of An Tir --
Their black and gold banner can be seen,
Chorus:
Fill our cups with ale or wine or beer,
We will stand together never fear;
And we'll drink down a toast
To the brave and bonny host
That fights for the banner of An Tir.
Oh, see them advance as a wall of steel,
Each man with his sword and his shield;
Now they charge with a cheer, for the honour of An Tir,
To win or to die upon the field.
Chorus
By many a fire there's a lady fair,
Who waits for her love to return;
Her needle's in her threads, or she's baking of the breads,
And dreaming of the touch for which she yearns.
Chorus
To the crest of the hill fight the brave and the bold,
Where the slain thickly lie on the field;
Now alone in the clear stand the warriors of An Tir,
And the foeman at last is forced to yield.
Chorus
Oh, strike up your lute, all ye minstrels,
Whose skill is renowned far and wide;
Come tell us again of the mighty band of men,
Who carried the battle for our side.
Chorus
Monday, August 1, 2011
Gypsy Rover - sung by a friend
The gypsy rover came over the hill,
Through pathways green and shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus
She left her father's castle gate;
She left her fine young lover.
She left her courtiers and her state
To follow the gypsy rover.
Chorus
Her father called his trackers and
His huntsmen from all over.
He sent his men and he sent his hounds
To find the gypsy rover.
Chorus
"He is no gypsy, father" she said,
"But lord of this land all over.
"And I shall stay 'til my dying day
"With my whistling gypsy rover."
Chorus
Last night she slept on a goose-feather bed
With soft and silken covers.
Tonight she sleeps on the cold hard ground
Beside her gypsy lover.
Chorus.
Through pathways green and shady.
He whistled and he sang 'til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
Chorus
She left her father's castle gate;
She left her fine young lover.
She left her courtiers and her state
To follow the gypsy rover.
Chorus
Her father called his trackers and
His huntsmen from all over.
He sent his men and he sent his hounds
To find the gypsy rover.
Chorus
"He is no gypsy, father" she said,
"But lord of this land all over.
"And I shall stay 'til my dying day
"With my whistling gypsy rover."
Chorus
Last night she slept on a goose-feather bed
With soft and silken covers.
Tonight she sleeps on the cold hard ground
Beside her gypsy lover.
Chorus.
A Valkyrie Song ~ Mikal Hrfspa (Mikal the Ram)
Alone by the fire, a warrior I knew
Told me this tale, and I pray it is true.
From far Ansteorra our dragon-ship came
To fight for good Halidar on Lilied plain
My sword I had lent seeking honor and fame
Or Odin's great hall in the fray
We charged into battle, the sun beating high
Our battle-horns sounding a victory nigh
Our spears crossed their arrows like hawks in the sky
Leaving many men dead on the way
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
The battle was long and the sun was like fire
The heat drove us down like a funeral pyre
Though many I'd slain, now my bloodlust did tire
Struck down by the heat of the day
The battle moved onward from where I was laid
I drew of my helmet to rest in the shade
When a soft even tread, like the wind in a glade
Brought a daughter of Asgard my way
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
She gave me cool drink 'till my wits came again
Be fore I could speak she was gone like the wind
Had I but died, I could follow her then
But I lay with the living that day
Long I did search, a full year I have mourned
And told all my brothers this love I have bourne
But she is of Asgard, and I of this shore
So here with my brothers I stay
Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
True to this dream like the tale I have told
Close to my heart, a small pouch I still hold
And in it a lock of her hair pure as gold
This I carry to battle this day
Alone by the fire
A warrior I knew
Told me this tale
And I pray it is true.....
Don't Ever Love...
G D7 G C D7
don't ever love a fighter: He'll care more for his sword.
C G A7 D7
And while he's out there fighting you're on the sidelines, bored.
G C G C D7
And even when you're snuggled close and have him in your arms
C D7 G C D7 G
He's much too bruised and tired to appreciate your charms.
Don't ever love a bard, for he'll care more for his song.
He'll often go a-roaming and won't take you along.
And even when you've got him home beside you in your bed
Your beauty makes him get up and write a song, instead!
Don't ever love a scholar: he'll care more for a book.
He'll leave you for a hist'ry without a second look.
And even when you coax him with your most seductive air
He goes on with his studies as if you were not there.
Don't ever love a merchant, a sailor, or a thief;
And 'specially not a peasant--they'll only cause you grief.
They're all too busy working to give you the love you need.
Their thoughts are always elsewhere: on wares, or ships, or seed.
But if, despite these warnings, you take a fancy to
A male of the species there's something you can do!
A way I've found to ease the pain, and help you carry on:
Enjoy him while you've got him--seek others when he's gone!
"Don't Ever Love" is pretty easy to add verses to, either for SCA or SF. Here are some of the verses written by other people in an SCA context. Try your own (and share the good ones with me).
Don't ever love a herald: his duties never cease;
When he's not in a meeting he's heralding a feast.
And if you should, with pun sublime, entice him to your bed,
He will not take advantage; he'll warrant you, instead!
--Keridwen of Montrose
Don't ever love a Baron, don't love a Prince or King; Their duties never leave them any time for better things. And when, at last, with candle burning, up the stairs you creep, You'll find their chambers chilly and you'll find them fast asleep!--AElfwynn Gyrthesdohtor
Acres and Acres
When I was a young girl I went to the hill,
To seek huckleberries, my basket to fill.
They hung on the branches like grapes on the vine
Acres and acres, and all of it mine!
My mama's a weaver, her work without flaws
From woolens of coat-weight to linens like gauze.
I played in the storeroom with satins so fine--
Acres and acres and all of it mine!
A man came to court me, and won him my hand,
Gentle and loving with great. . .tracts of land;
His face it is handsome, his form it is fine--
Acres and acres, and all of it mine!
Worms of the Earth
Worms of the Earth
Words and Music by : Sir Volodomir Kambionets, OL (Bob Esty) Copywrite 1986
My father worked on the land,
as did his father before him
Plowing and sowing by hand,
and harvesting what the land bore him.
He was killed by the robbers before I was ten,
One stroke of the sword and then they were gone,
while our lord strutted bravely on top his tall walls
and did nothing to hinder the slaughter.
CHORUS:
For we are the worms of the earth
Against the lions of might.
All of our days we are tied to the land,
While they hunt and they feast and they fight.
We give our crops and our homes and our lives
And the clerics tell us this is right.
And they've beat us before and they'll beat us again
But we'll drink from their helmets tonight.
Our lord rode away to the wars
mounted on top a tall stallion,
To fight for some noble cause,
With his knights there and henchmen to guard him.
Then we heard that they captured both he and his men,
And for that, they raised our taxes again,
For to pay the great ransom in gold and in gems
to get our lord back to rule us.
CHORUS
This year there was a great drought,
Our crops were burnt in the ground.
Not that our lord did without,
for his men took all that they found.
Then our lord came among us with some of his men,
to announce that the taxes were raised yet again,
so a few of us acted on our desperate plan,
now his body is meat for the crows.
(No chorus here.)
Into the fire we stare,
behind our poor barricade,
Too tired to feel the despair,
Knowing no one will come to our aid.
For when that sun rises the knights all around,
They will gather in force and they'll hunt us all down,
and they'll mount our heads proudly on pikes in the town,
and our final tax will be paid.
FINAL CHORUS:
For we are the worms of the earth,
Against the lions of might.
All of our days we are tied to the land,
While they hunt and they feast and they fight.
We give our crops and our homes and our lives,
And the clerics tell us this is right.
And they've beat us before,
And they'll kill us tomorrow,
But we'll drink from their helmets tonight.
Words and Music by : Sir Volodomir Kambionets, OL (Bob Esty) Copywrite 1986
My father worked on the land,
as did his father before him
Plowing and sowing by hand,
and harvesting what the land bore him.
He was killed by the robbers before I was ten,
One stroke of the sword and then they were gone,
while our lord strutted bravely on top his tall walls
and did nothing to hinder the slaughter.
CHORUS:
For we are the worms of the earth
Against the lions of might.
All of our days we are tied to the land,
While they hunt and they feast and they fight.
We give our crops and our homes and our lives
And the clerics tell us this is right.
And they've beat us before and they'll beat us again
But we'll drink from their helmets tonight.
Our lord rode away to the wars
mounted on top a tall stallion,
To fight for some noble cause,
With his knights there and henchmen to guard him.
Then we heard that they captured both he and his men,
And for that, they raised our taxes again,
For to pay the great ransom in gold and in gems
to get our lord back to rule us.
CHORUS
This year there was a great drought,
Our crops were burnt in the ground.
Not that our lord did without,
for his men took all that they found.
Then our lord came among us with some of his men,
to announce that the taxes were raised yet again,
so a few of us acted on our desperate plan,
now his body is meat for the crows.
(No chorus here.)
Into the fire we stare,
behind our poor barricade,
Too tired to feel the despair,
Knowing no one will come to our aid.
For when that sun rises the knights all around,
They will gather in force and they'll hunt us all down,
and they'll mount our heads proudly on pikes in the town,
and our final tax will be paid.
FINAL CHORUS:
For we are the worms of the earth,
Against the lions of might.
All of our days we are tied to the land,
While they hunt and they feast and they fight.
We give our crops and our homes and our lives,
And the clerics tell us this is right.
And they've beat us before,
And they'll kill us tomorrow,
But we'll drink from their helmets tonight.
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