Andrew Scarhart and Othar Morganson, with apologies to Ivar Battleskald

Once came a warrior,
Fresh from the bar;
Reeling, before his king he came;
When he had risen, he was still drunk
And these words he slurred unto his king:

I was bored on the list field,
I got smashed at the war
And the booze has been flowing all night;
Though some say my wits will grow rusted and dull,
I will drink like a mad dog tonight.

The king's men were pissed off,
They all drew their swords,
Ready to beat up this rude knight,
But the king wouldn't let them, 'cause he was drunk too
And these words he said unto his men:

You were bored on the list field,
You got smashed at the war
And the booze will be flowing all night;
Though some say your wits will grow rusted and dull,
You must party like mad dogs tonight.

The king's men were rallied,
They all drained their cups;
Calling for more, they soon were drunk;
When off in the distance
They heard their ladies' call
And they sang this song as they did flee:

We were bored on the list field,
We got smashed at the war
And the booze has been flowing all night;
Though some say our wits will grow rusted and dull,
We will drink all the Mad Dog tonight.

All through the night, then,
The king's men did drink;
By dawn, they looked distinctly green;
Though their bodies were on the list field,
Their heads were spinning round
And they groaned this song as they did hurl:

We were bored on the list field,
We got smashed at the war
And the booze (it) kept flowing all night;
Though it's true our wits have grown rusted and dull,
We partied like good knights last night.

A Riddle

My pretty maid, fain would I know
What thing it is 'twill breed delight;
That strives to stand, that cannot go,
That feeds the mouth that cannot bite.

With a humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum, hey -
Humbledum, grumbledum, humbledum, hey!

It is a pretty pricking thing,
A pleasing and a standing thing;
It was the truncheon Mars did use,
A bedward bit that maidens choose.

It is a friar with a bald head,
A staff to beat a cuckold dead;
It is a gun that shoots point-blank,
It hits betwixt a maiden's flank.

It is a shaft of Cupid's cut,
'Twill serve to rove, to prick, to butt;
'Twas ne'er a maid but by her will
Will keep it in her quiver still.

It has a head much like a mole's
And yet it loves to creep in holes
The fairest maid that e'er took life
For love of this became a wife.

For music go to 
http://www.horntip.com/mp3/1700s/1700ca--1954_when_dalliance_was_in_flower_01_(LP)/09_a_riddle.htm

Celia's Song ~ A Catch

When Celia was learning on the spinet to play,Her tutor stood by her

to show her, 

to show her

to show her, to show her the way. 

She shook not the note, which angered him much
And made him cry, and made him cry Zounds! 

'Tis a long prick - 

a long prick, 

a long prick'd note you touch! 

Surprised was the lady to hear him complain
And said, and said, and said

I will shake it, 

I will shake it

when I come to't again.

Hey Ho The Wind and the Rain ~ Twelfth Night / Festes

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man’s estate,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
‘Gainst knaves and thieves men shut the gate,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came unto my beds,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still had drunken heads,
    For the rain it raineth every day.

A great while ago the world begun,
    With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that’s all one, our play is done,
    And we’ll strive to please you every day.

Last of the Giants ~ George R. R. Martin

Lyrics:
Oh, I am the last of the giants, my people are gone from the earth.
The last of the great mountain giants, who ruled all the world at my birth.

Oh, the smallfolk have stolen my forests, they've stolen my rivers and hills...
And they've built a great wall through my valleys, and fished all the fish from my rills.

In stone halls they bum their great fires, in stone halls they forge their sharp spears.
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains, with no true companion but tears.

They hunt me with dogs in the daylight, they hunt me with torches by night.
For these men who are small can never stand tall, whilst giants still walk in the light.

Oh, I am the last of the giants, so learn well the words of my song.
For when I am gone the singing will fade, and the silence shall last long and long.

Beer is for Girl ~ Isolde de Lengadoc

Only the Music ~ Heather Alexander

The swirling of dresses,
the scuffing of shoes-
"Should my hair be in tresses?"
"What tie do I choose?"-
As the hall fills with dancers,
and the strings start to sound-
We will take that first step,
and we won't touch the ground-

CHORUS:
For there's only the music,
that plays on and on-
Yes, there's only the music,
the heartaches are gone-
We can stand close together,
while the world dances by-
"Cause there's only the music,
between you and I-
Yes, there's only the music,
between you and I

A head on a shoulder,
an arm 'round a waist,
If the weather gets colder,
we both will be braced-
For what-ever the trouble,
we still have a chance-
If we hold hands together,
and take time to dance-

The clock hours bending,
the hands spinning 'round-
From beginning to ending,
as dancers we're bound-
With the memories like treasures,
all safe in their vaults-
When we hear the last measures,
we'll dance the grand waltz-

Love of a Rogue ~ Allison Lonsdale

For the Love of a Rogue

© Allison Lonsdale 1987

O I was young and not such a fool

And he was handsome to look upon

And him with nothing to his name but the open road

How fast I sold my future for a song

For the love of a rogue, and the love of a rover

And I with twenty rich men’s sons who sought my hand

But I took the rogue, and I took the rover

For he wanted the lass and not the land

And not the land

O and his hair was as black as the raven

O and his eyes were as green as the open sea

And when he could have made away with all our silver

He let the other treasures lie and just took me

(Chorus)

O and the living is lean out on the road

O and the ground is hard when you’ve only slept on down

O but the nights are warm that are not spent alone

And I would never trade my rags for any gown

(Chorus)

And what but love could ever so make light of hunger

And what but love could ever so laugh off the cold

It’s with my rogue the wide world over I shall wander

Until someday the children may the tale hear told

Of a highborn lady and her vagabond lover

Of she who found the thought of a rich man’s bed too cold

And she’d have her rogue, and she’d have no other

For he wanted the girl and not the gold

And not the gold

For the love of a rogue, and the love of a rover

And I with twenty rich men’s sons who sought my hand

It’s with my rogue that I shall tramp the wide world over

For he wanted the lass and not the land

And not the land

The Ash Grove ~ traditional

Oxenford's Lyrics

The ash grove how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking
The harp through its playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking,
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends from my childhood again are before me
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden the leaves rustle o’er me
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander
When twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noon tide in solitude wander
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove.
‘Twas there while the black bird was cheerfully singing
I first met that dear one the joy of my heart
Around us for gladness the blue bells were ringing
But then little thought I how soon we should part.

My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness;
No dream of the future my spirit can cheer.
I only can brood on the past and its brightness
The dear ones I long for again gather here.
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there, looking downward to greet me
The ash grove, the ash grove, again is my home.

Traditional lyrics (Oliphant)

Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander,
When twilight is fading I pensively rove
Or at the bright noontide in solitude wander,
Amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove;
‘T was there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing,
I first met that dear one, the joy of my heart!
Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing,
Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part.

Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain,
Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree;
Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain,
But what are the beauties of nature to me?
With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden,
All day I go mourning in search of my love;
Ye echoes, oh, tell me, where is the sweet maiden?
"She sleeps, 'neath the green turf down by the ash grove."

Thirty Years ~ Ruthflaed DuNoir

Spoken:
C G
In the beginning, Diana the Listmaker,
Am Em
Decided to hold a party,
F C
And she did, and it was good,
G C
And so, we come to today...
Chorus:
And thirty years have come and gone,
And with them many friends,
Send round the bottle boys!
Until we meet again.
Chorus
(soft and romantic)
With Chivalry and Courtly love,
Give to me thy hand,
And dance with me forever love,
A lady and her man.
Chorus
(Dancelike with a drumlike quality)
With Madrigals and Dancing Drums,
Has it truly been so long?
Just fill my glass up to the top,
And I'll sing another song!
Chorus
(Vengeful)
There's politics and cliques me boys,
And a knife for every back!
And I hope that I should live so long,
Cuz I'll get that Bastard back.
Chorus
(Martial)
And we've felt the sound of the battle drums,
And wars of days gone past,
And cried the cheer on the tourney field,
When the victor stood at last.
Chorus
(Stately)
We've had kings and Queens and Noble Knights,
The Flower of Chivalry,
And by the light they shine, we'll search to find,
Our own nobility.

Chorus

For music see http://www.chivalry.com/blackbard/30years.html

Golden Shines the Chain ~ HL Shaughnessy O'Brennan

Chorus:

Golden, golden shines the chain

above the belt of purest white

silver, silver shines the spur

as pure as the heart within

Proudly, proudly, walk the path

and show the mark of chivalries worth

wisely, wisely, share the lore

with, care and warmth and mirth

Brightly, brightly, burns the flame

that lights the path to a bygone day

firmly, firmly, hold the torch

so that we, might find our way

Onward, onward, fight the foe

though in mens hearts, it may rest unseen

freely, freely, give of yourself

so that all, may live the dream

Dedicated to Sir Brand

The Quest ~ Rudyard Kipling

Words: Rudyard Kipling
Tune: Leslie Fish/as sung by Erich
Source: this version taken from: Rudyard Kipling's Verse; definitive edition. Doubleday and Company, Garden City, NY 1950
The Knight came home from the quest,
Muddied and sore he came,
Battered of shield and crest,
Bannerless, bruised, and lame.
Fighting we take no shame.
Better is man for a fall.
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder's call: -
"Here is my lance to mend (Haro!)
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight it was long;
But I paid as good as I got!"
("I paid as good as I got!")
"Oh, dark and deep was their van,
That mocked my battle-cry.
I could not miss my man,
But I could not carry by:
Utterly whelmed was I,
Flung under, horse and all."
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder's call!
"Here is my lance to mend (Haro!)
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight it was long;
But I paid as good as I got!"
("I paid as good as I got!")
My wounds are noised abroad,
But theirs my foemen cloaked.
Ye see my broken sword -
But never the blades she broke;
Paying them stroke for stroke,
Good Handsel over all."
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn
Answered the warder's call!
"Here is my lance to mend (Haro!)
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight it was long;
But I paid as good as I got!"
("I paid as good as I got!")
My shame ye count and know.
Ye say my quest is vain.
Ye have not seen my foe,
Ye have not told his slain.
Surely he fights again, again;
But when ye prove his line.
There shall come to your aid my broken blade
In this last, lost, fight of mine!
"Here is my lance to mend (Haro!)
Here is my horse to be shot!
Ay, they were strong, and the fight it was long;
But I paid as good as I got!"
("I paid as good as I got!")

music at http://www.calonsong.org/CalontirSongs/quest.htm

Minstrel's Toast ~ Francis of Saxony

Come lift up your glasses, ye lads and ye lasses

and think of the times that have been

of those newly started and them that have parted

and the courage of bold An Tir men

Now lift up your spirit, all ye of good merit

and think of the good times to come

our host we wish wealth and we drink to his health

with the finest of ale, wine, and rum

Your cups raise above and we'll drink to our love

and think of the times that are here

your lover and friend who will stand to the end

who fill all our hearts with good cheer

Let halls now resound, with a good joyous sound

as ages ago might have been

we're having a blast, as we live in the past

and we'll get just as drunk now as then 

Dream Warrior ~ Rathflaed DuNoir

   C                    Am                      F                          GHe gets up every morning and he goes to work each day,
    C                              Am            F                           GHe sees his friends and family, he works and then he plays,
C                  Am                                F                   GBut they never get to see the one he keeps so deep inside,
   C                      Am                   F                         GThe one he really wants to be he feels that he must hide.
He works in an assembly line in a downtown factory,
He does his job the best he can, but it's not where he wants to be,
Outside the gate, his charger waits! but only he can see,
So it's back to the grind for another day, oh when will he be free?
Chorus:
              C      Am             F                      GHe's a dream warrior, he rides across the lands.
            C      Am                      F               GHe's a dream warrior, there's magic in his hands,
        C                      Am                      F                             GAnd yet he fears the people near, he's afraid that they won't see
           C               Am                             F                     G      CSo he hides away within himself, with his pride, and his chivalry
Now the day is done and it's home from work, to see his kids and wife.
To him she is a princess, she's led a sheltered life.
In a tower of blue he pays his dues, his lady captured waits,
Then he turns into his driveway past the mailbox and the gate.
He tells his kids a bedtime tale, his daughter and his son,
Of wizards and knights, and mighty kings, and battles fought and won,
Then it's off to sleep, and he dreams so deep, as in his bed he lays,
So he fights tonight! because he knows that tomorrow, is a busy day.
Chorus
His honor still comes first to him but it gets harder every day,
To see the ones around him breaking promises they've made.
So he keeps his own, and like a stone, in him they'll never know,
The way he really lives his life, the way he'll never show.
Because he'll never quit the cause, he'll never give up his dreams,
And he'll live his life all by himself, or so to him it seems,
Because they might think he's crazy and they might think it's just a whim,
So he wonders if he'll ever meet someone who's just like him.
Chorus


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Queen of Summer

Recorded on Murderous Ditties and Ballads most Cruel by Dairine and Yonaton

They first kissed in a meadow
out picking berries to make summer wine
then they played in the clover
they knew in that moment
that they'd be love for all time

He swore by the moon and starlight
and the flowers in her hair
he'd make her his queen of the summer
for no one was ever so fair

Fortune smiled down o're him
his lady believes and he can't her down
through each battle he prayed this
and by the red light of the sun
found he won her the crown

Gladly he'd fight a lion
or enter a dragons lair
all for his queen of the summer
for no one was ever so fair

Summer fades to autumn
But they'll dance and they'll sing and they'll drink summer wine
and when this dance is over
They'll know in their hearts
this summer was theirs for all time

Though when winter snows have fallen
and frost has streaked her hair
she'll still be his queen of summer
for no one was ever so fair

She'll still be his queen of summer
for no one was ever so fair.

Ye Jacobite's by Name ~ Robbie Burns

Ye Jacobites by Name
(traditional/Robert Burns [1791], arrang. J. Ferguson, Dec. 2013)

104 bpm

Chorus: [let chords ring on first time only] Em G D
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear. Em Bm Em
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear. G D
Ye Jacobites by name, your faults I will proclaim. Em Bm
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear. Em Bm Em
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear.*


V1.
What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrong by the law?
What is right and what is wrong—the short sword or the long,
the weak arm or the strong for to draw, etc.

Chorus:

V2.
What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife
or hunt a parent's life with bloody war, etc.

Chorus:

V3.
Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state.
Then leave your schemes alone in the state.
Then leave your schemes alone; adore the rising sun,
and leave a man alone to his fate, etc.

Chorus:
[repeat final line three times, drawing out final “blame.”]

Orginal lyrics:

You Jacobites by Name, lend an ear, lend an ear, You Jacobites by Name, lend an ear; You Jacobites by Name, Your thoughts I will proclaim, Some says you are to blame for this Wear. With the Pope you covenant, as they say, as they say, With the Pope you covenant, as they say, With the Pope you covenant, And Letters there you sent, Which made your Prince present to array. Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go, where they go, Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, where they go, Your Prince and Duke o'Perth, They're Cumb'rers o' the Earth, Causing great Hunger and Dearth where they go. He is the King of Reef, I'll declare, I'll declare, He is the King of Reef, I'll declare, He is the King of Reef, Of a Robber and o' Thief, To rest void of Relief when he's near. They marched thro' our Land cruelly, cruelly, They marched thro' our Land cruelly, They marched thro' our Land With a bloody thievish Band To Edinburgh then they wan Treachery. To Preston then they came, in a Rout, in a Rout, To Preston then they came, in a Rout; To Preston then they came, Brave Gard'ner murd'red then. A Traitor did command, as we doubt. To England then they went, as bold, as bold, To England then they went, as bold; To England then they went, And Carlisle they ta'en't, The Crown they fain would ha'en't, but behold.

To London as they went, on the Way, on the Way, To London as they went, on the way, To London as they went, In a Trap did there present, No battle they will stent, for to die. They turned from that Place, and they ran, and they ran, They turned from that Place, and they ran; They turned from that Place As the Fox, when Hounds do chace. They tremble at the Name, Cumberlan'. To Scotland then they came, when they fly, when they fly, To Scotland then they came, when they fly, To Scotland then they came, And they robb'd on every Hand, By Jacobites Command, where they ly. When Duke William does command, you must go, you must go; When Duke William does command, you must go; When Duke William does command, Then you must leave the Land, Your Conscience in your Hand like a Crow. Tho' Carlisle ye took by the Way, by the Way; Tho' Carlisle ye took by the Way; Tho' Carlisle ye took, Short Space ye did it Brook, These Rebels got a Rope on a Day. The Pope and Prelacy, where they came, where they came, The Pope and Prelacy, where they came; The Pope and Prelacy, They rul'd with Cruelty, They ought to hing on high for the same.

A Bunch of Thyme ~ Tradional

Come all ye maidens young and fair
And you that are blooming in your prime
Always beware and keep your garden fair
Let no man steal away your thyme

For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind

Once I and a bunch of thyme
I thought it never would decay
Then came a lusty sailor
Who chanced to pass my way
And stole my bunch of thyme away

The sailor gave to me a rose
A rose that never would decay
He gave it to me to keep me reminded
Of when he stole my thyme away

Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny ~ Ioseph of Locksley / Joe Bethancourt

THE ITSY BITSY TEENY WEENY....... -Ioseph of Locksley copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III She was afraid to come out to the Tourney She was worried that "something might show.." She was afraid to come out to the Tourney And the poor thing did NOT want to go... (2 - 3 - 4, tell the people what she wore!) It was an itsy bitsy teeny weenie little rabbit fur bikini That she wore, for the first time, that day. An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini And in her apartment she wanted to stay! One day in the Kingdom of the Middle It happened at a Tourney one day: The Mongols invaded the Middle But the Middle did not want to play... (eins - zwei - drei, but the Dark Horde wouldn't die!) It was an itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie That they saw, for the first time, that day. An itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie And the Mongols did NOT go away! Now the Heralds made up a new Rulebook And to read it is some kind of gas! It's a bureaucrat's dream, this new Rulebook Now NOBODY'S blazon can pass! (Win - Place - Show, tell the Heralds where to go!) (insert Bronx cheer!) I want an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini On my shield, as my blazon, today! An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini But "that's offensive" the Heralds all say! I sat down at the Revel last evening To a feast of green meat, and Rat Pie... It was cold, and disgusting, and greasy And I just want to upchuck and die! (6 - 7 - 8, tell them what was on your plate!) It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini With a side dish of cold cabbage pie! An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini With the fur on, and NOTHING inside!

My Love, My Love: You Broke My Heart ~ Joe Bethancourt

MY LOVE, MY LOVE: YOU BROKE MY HEART -William of the Shire -Ioseph of Locksley copyright 1971, 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III Am B7 Am G Am E7 Am My love, my love, you broke my heart; I'm off to join the Wars Am B7 Am G Am E7 Am A I'm off to free the Holy Land from Saracens and Moors. D A D D6 E7 And if you ever loved me dear, prepare my plot and stone Am B7 Am G Am E7 A Turn loose my hawks and hunting hounds: I'll not be riding home. Prepare the funeral hatchment around my blazon bright Go tell the Priest to sing the Mass; make restful my Soul's night And if you ever loved me dear, prepare my plot and stone Turn loose my hawks and hunting hounds: I'll not be riding home. I cannot live with broken heart; the wound you gave will kill. And Death's cold hand is on my Soul, I feel his awful chill. My Destiny lies on the Field, in months, or days, or years.... And if you never loved me dear, shed not your lying tears.

Lizzie Lindsay ~

The one I sing:
CH

C

Will ye gang to the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay?

C	F
Will ye gang to the Highlands with	me?

G	C
Will ye	gang to the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay,

	F	G	C
Me	bride and me	darling to	be

Tae gang to the highlands with you sir, 
I don't think that ever could be
For I ken not the land that you live in
Nor knowing the name you go with

Oh lass I think you ken little
If you say that you dinna ken me
For me name is Laird Ronald MacDonald, 
A chieftain of high degree

So she's kilted up her skirts of green satin
And she's kilted them up to her knee
And she's gone with Laird Ronald MacDonald
His bride and his darling to be

There's dancing and joy in the heilands
there's piping and gladness and glee.
For MacDonald has brought home Leezie Lindsay,
his bride and his darlin' to be.

Traditional, Child Ballad #226 Leezie Lindsay first appears in print in Johnson's Scots Musical Museum (1803). These words are by Robert Burns. Other versions found by Child include Donald of the Isles. A young man of good family disguises himself as a poor Highlander and, while in Edinburgh, courts Leezie Lindsay. He gives a fictitious description of his family, his home, and so on, and introduces himself, asking Leezie to go to the Highlands with him. She is loth to leave the town and the Lowlands to go with a stranger. Her serving-maid urges her to accept the offer and, finally, she does so. During the journey to the Highlands she begins to regret her decision. At the point where she is almost ready to turn back, they either arrive at his home or he takes her up a high hill to view the lands and property which she has gained through following him.

Chorus: Will ye gang tae the highlands, Leezie Lindsay, Will ye gang tae the highlands wi' me Will ye gang tae the highlands, Leezie Lindsay My bride and my darling tae be. Tae gang tae the heilands wi' you sir, I dinna ken how that may be For I ken not the road that I'm going nor ken I the lad I'm going wi' Oh Leezie lass, you muan ken little if you say that ye dinna ken me For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald, a cheiftain of high degree Oh if you are the laird of MacDonald, I great yin I ken you muan be But how can a cheiftain sae mighty think o' a poor lassie like me Tae gang tae the heilands wi' you sir, would bring the saut tear tae my e'e At leaving the green glens and woodlands and streams o' my ain country Oh, I'll show you the red deer a-roamin', on mountains where waves the tall pine And as far as the bound of the red deer, ilk moorland and mountain is mine A thousand claymores I can muster, ilk blade and its bearer the same And when round their cheiftain they rally, the gallant MacDonald's my name. She has gotten a gown of green satin, she has kilted it up tae the knee And she's off wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald, his bride and his darling to be. There's dancing and joy in the heilands, there's piping and gladness and glee. For MacDonald has brought home Leezie Lindsay, his bride and his darlin' to be.

Glossary ain: own dinna: do not, don't e'e: eye gang: go ilk: each ken: know laird: lord maun: must sae: so saut: salt tae: to wi': with yin: one

Oh my Ladye ~ Joe Bethancourt

OH MY LADYE -Ioseph of Locksley copyright 1989 W. J. Bethancourt III (Tune: Lizzie Lindsay (Child #226) Will y'gang t'the Hielands, Oh, my Lady? Will y'gang t'the Hielands wi' me? Will y'gang t'the Hielands, oh my Lady? M'bride and m'bonnie t'be? I'll no gang to t'Hielands wi you, sir I dinna ken how that may be For I ken nae the Land that y'live in Nor dowry y'may give t'me Oh, m'lady it be y'ken little If y'dinna ken me For my name is the great Laird of Locksley A Chieftain of high degree For dowry, I give you the whole of the earth, and the sea and the sky and the Road along with me t'travel and the love of a Bard such as I She has kilted her coats of green satin She has kilted them up t'her knee and she's off w'the great Laird of Locksley His bride and his darlin' tae be! Will y'gang t'the Hielands, oh my Lady? Will y'gang t'the Hielands wi me? Will y'gang t'the Hielands, oh my Lady? My bride and my bonnie t'be?


I learned this as Will y'gang t'the Hielands *pronounced He Lands* Lizzie Lindsey

Song of the Three ~ Joe Bethancourt

SONG OF THE THREE copyright 1981 W. J. Bethancourt III C. A. Bethancourt III tune: the song of the Cowardly Lion, Tin Woodsman and Scarecrow in the movie version of the Wizard of Oz (Enter the Scarecrow, who singeth:) My wife is always nagging; my Prowess it is lagging I can't do anything she has got a reason, but revenge is out of season Oh I wish I could be King! If I just had the Crown on, I'd always have a frown on and the Barons on a string Heads they would be rolling, the Board would be cajoling Oh if only I was King! I am very fed up with the way this group is set up Oh I'd change everything! they are so high and mighty with the way that they do fight-ey Oh, someday I'll be King! Tho my wife is melancholic, and very...vitriolic she's a wasp without a sting! I'd have to supervise her with a pack of tranquilizers If I only was a King...... (the Tin Woodsman joineth him, and singeth:) I grew up kind of cocky, and rather big, and stocky and straight as any rod on the field I'm a battallion, with the Ladies I'm a stallion ...Oh they'd better make me God! The other boys are jealous they say I'm over-zealous they'd do better to applaud the things that I am giving to this Dream that we are living oh I wish they'd make me God! They say that I'm conceited, but I'm just badly treated by people and by BoD just think of what they're missing by My Majesty dismissing Oh they'd better make me God! (the Cowardly Lion creepeth forth, and singeth:) Oh I could be a fighter, a great and mighty smiter and be the perfect knight it's a great and nasty shame, and everyone's to blame oh I wish that I could fight! * more * Song of the Three (cont.) I could be a Cavalier drinking wine and ale and beer and be a gorgeous sight but it would cost me too much money so it isn't very funny oh I wish that I could fight! Let me at 'em on the field, I would surely make them yield to my Power and my Might with rattan, shinai and rapier they would nevermore escape here If they'd only let me fight (all doeth the Softe Shoe off, stage left)

The Street's of Ann Arbor

THE STREETS OF ANN ARBOR As I walked out thru the streets of Ann Arbor as I walked out thru Ann Arbor one day I spied a young Mongol all dressed in white linen all dressed in white linen and cold as the clay I then spied another, done in on the sidewalk along with just about six dozen more their wounds were all gaping, from mace and from braoadsword from claymore and cannon, all dripping with gore what caused this grave carnage, I cried to the Monglos oh pray what's the reason for this awful sight my answer came slowly from under the corpse-pile "It seems that our bark is much worse than our bite....." the answer continued from pale lips a-shaking we sang all our songs and believed them as true the Dark Horde could never be beaten in battle we thought this was what all good Mongols could do... we went down to Atenveldt all for to plunder "too large to defend" was our song every night but Atenveldt's different from East, West or Middle there, even the bushes have learned how to bite! the Clann stole our ponies, the Scraelings our foodstuffs we ran into axes in AtenViking hands our maidens ran off with one Richard of Arkham and we're all that's left to return to our lands MacChluarains and Monsters, Lockehaven and Foxmoor that Kingdom is BIG and its' fighters are MEAN! we fought and we lost, and fled back to Ann Arbor we all came back home with results that you've seen keep away from that Land with its' cactus and marshes it's no place for Mongols who are bent on War they count their blows well, but they strick them yet better he crawled into his Yurt, and fell, dead, on the floor.....

The Champion ~ Viscount Sir Edward Zifran

The Champion he is brave, and the Champion he is bold.
He fights for the Lady's honor, and never for the gold.
He asks not the Lady for her hand for he could not be so bold.
That's not the way of a Champion, or so I have been told.

The Champion fights for the Lady, for that's his only way.
He asks not for the Lady's love, just that she smile his way.
But deep inside his lonely heart he prays on day by day.
That the Lady loves him as he loves she, and bids the Champion stay.

But the Champion knows as he turns to grey, there will be a younger man.
Who'll enter in the Lady's life and ask her for her hand.
She'll ask  the Champion, "My friend, would you mind if I wed this man?"
He'll avert his eyes, and say, "Your happiness is all that I demand."

So the Champion stands off to the side, and never says a word.
And though inside he loves her so, his heart is never heard.
So the Champion resigns himself to a love that can't be cured.

M'Lady ~ Joe Bethancourt

M'LADY (THE FUBBA WUBBA SONG) copyright 1987 W.J.Bethancourt III tune: They Call the Wind Maria Away out here they have a name for even the Ump that's Wuggly But the last word in Awfulness, M'Lady, you're The Ugly! M'Lady, M'Lady, they call the pigs M'Lady! Before I knew M'Lady's name and heard her constant whinin' I thought all girls were beautiful and the sun was always shinin' Then one day, M'Lady came, and stopped the clocks from tickin' she curdled milk, aborted cows, and stopped my stamps from stickin'! (chorus) Away out here they have a name for everything worth seein' but if M'Lady looks at you, then soon you will be fleein' M'Lady disappeared one day, and that for sure is scary she was the result of experiments by a deranged Vetinary!

Song of the BoD ~ Joe Bethancourt

SONG OF THE BoD tune: God Bless England I'll tell you a tale of Peace and Love whack fol the diddle o the di do day Of those that Rule all Lands above whack fol the diddle o the di do day may Peace, and Plenty be their share that keep our Empire in repair God save the Directors is our prayer! whack fol the diddle o the di do day chorus: whack fol the diddle o the di do day so we cry! It's no lie! God save the Directors up on high! whack fol the diddle o the di do day When we were Sauvage, Fierce and Wilde they came as a Mother to her childe they gently raised us from the slime and kept our hands from Hellishe Crime and made us a Kingdom in their own good time Now, Atenveldt forgets the Past and thinks on a Day that's coming fast when we shall all be....civilized....(puke) neat, and clean.....and WELL-ADVISED oh won't the Directors be....suprised?!

The West's Awake ~ Thomas Davis

The West's Asleep
(Thomas Davis)

When all beside a vigil keep,
The West's asleep, the West's asleep-
Alas! and well may Erin weep,
When Connaught lies in slumber deep.
There lake and plain smile fair and free,
'Mid rocks-their guardian chivalry-
Sing oh! let man learn liberty
From crashing wind and lashing sea.

That chainless wave and lovely, land
Freedom and Nationhood demand-
Be sure, the great God never plann'd,
For slumbering slaves, a home so grand.
And, long, a brave and haughty race
Honoured and sentinelled the place-
Sing oh! not even their sons' disgrace
Can quite destroy their glory's trace.

For often, in O'Connor's van,
To triumph dash'd each Connaught clan-
And fleet as deer the Normans ran
Through Coirrsliabh Pass and Ard Rathain.*
And later times saw deeds as brave;
And glory guards Clanricarde's grave-
Sing oh! they died their land to save,
At Aughrim's slopes and Shannon's wave.

* Vulgarly written Corlews and Ardrahan. [note in Spirit of the Nation]

And if, when all a vigil keep,
The West's; asleep, the West's asleep-
Alas! and well may Erin weep,
That Connaught lies in slumber deep.
But-hark! -some voice like thunder spake:
" The West's awake, the West's awake'-
Sing oh! hurra! let England quake,
We'll watch till death for Erins sake!"

Celtic Circle Dance ~ Joe Bethancourt

CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE WTP-0002 tune: Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand once I talked to a great Grey Man spun three times and said with a sigh hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye! Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay hi di diddle i diddle i day fol the dink a dum diddle do di day Hi said the Lady, dressed in green prettiest thing I've ever seen she went down underneath the hill and came back out of her own free will Brian Boru, on Irish ground walked three times the Island round Norsemen came lookin for a fight just another Irish Saturday night! Hi said Lugh on the banquest night a poet and a player and a good wheelwright a harper and a warrior and none the least: a Druid and he got in to the Feast! Harold Haardrada's face was red! Came to Britain and he wound up dead Stamford Bridge is where he's found got six feet of English ground the Legion with it's Eagles bright marched into the Pictish night met them there upon the sand gave em up to the Wicker Man! eight-legged steed and hound of Hel the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well fire burn and fire spark are you then feared of the dark? The Circle forms, the Circle flows the Circle goes where no man knows Hail to the Lady, one in three: Present is Past and Past is Me! Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight all thru the Day all thru the Night Hail to the Lady, one in Three Present is Past and Past is Thee! * more * Celtic Circle Dance (cont.) Hi said the Lady dressed in white sang the Day and sang the Night sang the Land and sang the Sea sang the Song, and then sang Me! (extra verses) Salt and oil and mirror bright fire and fleet and candlelight by fin and feather, leaf and tree, fill the cup and blessed be! From the misty crystal sea came the Lady to the lea Sword and Roses in Her Hand spread their seeds thruout the Land Came the Stag from oaken wood saw the Lady where she stood by the fire burning bright came to know his heart's delight! (end of extra verses) By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound Blessed Be: the Day I've found Hail to the Lady, one in Three Present is Past and Past is WE By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn bledded be the Day you're born! Fire burn and fire bright walk in safety thru the night