Violet Bides ~ Patrick Rothfuss & Yasmina Laveroc

One warm summers day
she stands on the shore
and watches her sweetheart
and the ship the he boards
he tells her he love her
he'll return to her side
and all the while
Violet Bides

Violet grew up lovely
her hair a soft gold
and men came to court her
the young and the old
but violet remembers
her love and she cries
and all the while
Violet bides

The seasons continued
she walks on the beach
counting the hours
counting each sleep
she dreams for her love
forget him, she tries
and all the while
Violet bides

The years pass without him
one, then another
and Violet looks longingly
out on the harbour
her friends are all married
each a blushing bride
and all the while
Violet bides

The ship limped to harbor
all that remained
were sails familiar
of a warm summers day
grim faces she knew
but none were her pride
and all the while
Violet bides

She sits at her window
she sips at her tea
she waits for her love
to return from the sea
her suitors come calling
she watches the tides
and all the while
Violet bides.

You Can't Swing a Broadsword When You're in the Forest

This is not a seagirt song, but it was so funny and wonderfully done that I couldn't help add it here for everyone to see!

Black Widows in the Privy ~ Heather Jones

Everyone knows someone we'd be better off without
But best not mention names 'cause we don't know who's about
But why commit a murder and risk the fires of hell
When black widows in the privy can do it just as well?


Now poison's good, and daggers, and arrows in the back,
And if you're really desperate you can try a front attack
But are they really worthy of the risk of being caught
When black widows in the privy need not be bribed or bought?


So if there's one of whom you wish most simply to be rid
Just wait till dark and point the way to where the widow's hid
And say to them 'I think you'll find that this one is the best'
And black widows in the privy will gladly do the rest!

I do not own the license to this music or song

An Tir Evermore ~ Aliena Searover

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've 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 (Yee Hay)
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 feast 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 the Midrealms, 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 do not own the rights to this song or these lyrics.

The Lyre's Lifting Sound ~ Yasmina Laveroc (Jaz)

Just beneath the brembel bush,

a napping there I lay

all fain up with brembel fruit

the berries ripe and gay

When through the glen,

o're the whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound

Nay I not known for fitting work

and thus was I lay down

but come the bards sure beaten note

E'en I'll turn from the ground.

When through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

So to my feet I skipped and sprang

to dance a merry jig,

make my way through underbush,
not bared by shifting sprig.

when through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

For all that listen soft and sweet

and all that listen dear

the timely tune by yonder nook

can't help but call you near

For when through the glen

o're whistlin wind

I heard what fancy found

and all the woods and whiles did share

the lyre's lifting sound!

Music lovers draw ye close

so sway yon harden'd heart

for all the beast's of Seagirt say

We have the greatest bards!

Come by the Hills ~ Buachaill ón Eirne

Buachaill ón Eirne mé's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg 
Né iarfainn bó spré léithe tá mé saibhir go leor 'S liom 
Corcaigh a mhéid e , dhá thaobh a ghleanna's Tír Eoghain 
'S mur n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oibhr ar Chontae 
Mhaigh Eo

[English translation:]
I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl, 
I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself, 
I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone, 
And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.)

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun;
And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
And stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old, fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won;
And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.

And, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.