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

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.

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

Sky Boat Song ~ Sir Herald Boulton

words and music Sir Harold Boulton, 1884

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
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

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/!" 

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!" 

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!"