·' ANSTEORRA! Tune: Oklahoma! Ans t e:> rra ! \•lher·e the Is cim:··, i· rorn the pI a in, And tne Viking f feet I ies off the bc.ach, f.nd sun comes right behInd thG ra i ". Anste:rra! Where my fair lady 11 cry, And cheer for rne, in the melee, While the vultures circle in the sky. You we wi II fight for our land, Nerak la Tisserantl(' If f!,iddle should gcei nut of hand; Insert Kingdo7t of ohoicG And when v.·e cry, 11 1 o the death! 11 And, ''Let the Middle die!'' v:e're only saying, "You're going far, P.r.si·e:.rra, Black Star!" GRINSLEEVES 'aY;d mcve right wi.th poor the 11 othe1'!Jiae." :•eryoY.e oan sympathize 1-..mc Greensleeves (of oow•se!) Alas., ""'Y love, you've done me dirt, You've sewn green sleeves to my purple shid. l·.nd Hen you did the worst of .all ••• Ysu maje me out and wear lt. Ch:oY.<S: Oh, what a d i sma I fate, To be seen ai" events in this state. "Oil, ho'' i I could be lai"e -- Say, seven days after it's over. Atas, love, you've done me wrong, Yc'J 1 '/E mccie my tunic rnuGt). too long. Ycu rc,oo:e it seven feet ten or more 17 dn.:2s across ti1B floor. ChD:rr,i.s: Soy, st.o.ven weeks after lt 1 s over. Alas, love, I'm born to lose, You 1 ve tied pink bo;,·s to my orange my hair in wave and curl now I 1 m a girl. ... Telbyrne Horningste:
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ANSTEORRA!
Tune: Oklahoma!
Ans t e:> rra ! \•lher·e the l~ongo Is s~1eep cim:··, i· rorn the pI a in, And tne Viking f feet I ies off the bc.ach, f.nd tr.~ sun comes right behInd thG ra i ".
Anste:rra! Where my fair lady ~i 11 cry, And cheer for rne, in the melee, While the vultures circle in the sky.
You kco~ we wi II fight for our land,
Nerak la Tisserantl('
If th~ f!,iddle should gcei nut of hand; Insert Kingdo7t of ohoicG And when v.·e cry, 11 1 o the death! 11
And, ''Let the Middle die!'' v:e're only saying, "You're going far, Ans·~earra! P.r.si·e:.rra, Black Star!"
GRINSLEEVES
'aY;d mcve right wi.th t.~1:e poor
the 11othe1'!Jiae." :•eryoY.e oan sympathize
1-..mc Greensleeves (of oow•se!)
Alas., ""'Y love, you've done me dirt, You've sewn green sleeves to my purple shid. l·.nd Hen you did the worst of .all ••• Ysu maje me g~ out and wear lt.
Ch:oY.<S: Oh, what a d i sma I fate, To be seen ai" events in this ~errible state. "Oil, ho'' i ~·ish I could be lai"e --Say, seven days after it's over.
Atas, ~y love, you've done me wrong, Yc'J 1
'/E mccie my tunic rnuGt). too long. Ycu rc,oo:e it seven feet ten or more 17 dn.:2s across ti1B floor.
ChD:rr,i.s: Soy, st.o.ven weeks after lt 1 s over.
Alas, ~y love, I'm born to lose, You 1 ve tied pink bo;,·s to my orange A~d d~~e my hair in wave and curl ~~~ m~t~er now i~tinJ~~ I 1m a girl.
sho~:~,.
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Telbyrne Horningste:
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Alas, my love, we' I I have to leave, Someone just insulted my beautiful sleeve; And quesi·ioned my tnste in every way ... By God, he said I must be gay.
Choruo: Say, seven years after it's over.
GJRY
Tww: Loverly (from t·lv Fair Lady)
A I I I want is a war some~·: here, Far away fr0r1 a mundane care, \•lith all ~he knights there Oh, wouldn't it be gory!
Lots of he /mets for me to c I eave, Lots of widows to cry and ~w1it?ve; I 1m itchIng no•• to I eave --. ' Oh, wouldn't' it be gory!
Nerak la Tisserande
Oh, so gory swinging swords from left to right,
After battle we can revel through the night!
Bash I no mace· into someone 1 s heed, Gunch him c: ·.1 unti I he's dead. Oh, see thE· .·.· .,.,k run red --Oh, wouldn't i; be goryious?
FOR THIS MY HO/.~E
This is the ,fiT's't o.f the seriouc type, w be sung when you .feel like tec::!'s.
Tune: Green Beret
Carry me home upon rny shield, Bear me high oe'r road and field, Let me know the touch of cleansing wind
In this my home, ir, this my home.
If loved ones ask you hov: I fell Within the fray, I charge you wei 1,. Tell them I fought uni i I the enc
For this my home, for this my hoT.e,
Place my sword hi It v1ithin my har,g, Though It is broken, underst<md: LIke rne, it gave all it cou/ d ~i·'"
For this my horne, for this rr.y ;,:>:"",e,
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$imonn of Amber
And when you carry me through ·l'he souare,
Be2r me proudly, don't despair! I gave my I if e that you cou I d 1 I ve
In this my home, In this r:;y home.
·.1·/hen at las·! you bur\; me, I v:ant nc• "1"0?ors, nor eulogy! Just let me rest deep in the &~rth
Of this my tome, Of this ry ho01e.
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ANSTEORRA AIHHEII,
And m:>re patriotism.
Tune: Finlandia ·Kubric Spelldragon
DGar Land we love, Thy honor f lelds We piGdge to thee, f.nd pray that we Thy revel halls Dear f..nsteorra,
AI I ha i I Ansi exr, , reflect fond mem~rios,
our faith and true devotion, bring honor to ·t,hee.
shall ever sing ihy glory, land that we love,
r f,HWELL TO ANSTEORRA
Let us h?pe 1wne of us ever has to sing this!
Tune: Farewell to Nova Scotia
Farewel I to Ansteorra, that sun-blessed land, Let your hamlets bright and cheery be! When I am far away over mighty mountains tall, Wi II you ever breathe a s lgh or a wish for me?
, I hate to leave my native home, I loath to leave my comrades a! I. But I must hie a0ay over hi I I and plain, For my captain calls, and I must obey.
I'" owe true I eve did bid me stay, She woulc r.ot part our company. B:Jt ho:-~o~.:r cal Is, 11 To horse and away," Fer no si ight can mar our Princedom free.
Red wa~ da~s cry at every side. 0·'" sw•:rGs are broken, bent, or dulled, B·:t .L.nsts-xra stands as a shield .In the Sun, ~.c.d Y~",oc:r and Glory shall e'er be our Pride.
layne down this night to die. ~: wounds are grievous, I've greatly bled, S .. t Anste:..rra 1s· I iie means rn:>re than mir1r:. For !..ove a~d Beauty rnust ne'er wash cway.
From G~si '' Alaric ap Morg!ln
fV1LLAD OF THE SILVER HELt•:S
This is one o,r the earZy ones -- but I've Zost cmmt of the revisions.
Tune: Green Beret
Fighting knights here to try, Fearless men to chal Jenge and die. Men who mean just what they say, The brave men of the SCA.
Chorus:
In sl lver helms with colored crests, These are knIghts, Anstrorrc 1 s best. And all the squires hope some~ay To be a knight of the SCA.
Trained to fight with sword In hand, And or. •he i r honor, they wi II stand. Sworn -f,: defend the one who mav Wear z cro~n of the SCA.
Chc;r~;..{s
EDRACHI-l.AN HYMfl
Nerak la Tisserande
Trained in court and ski I led in game Are the fighters who've won fame, But It takes five peers to say They're worth of K.S.C.A.
ChOPUB
Back at horn&, a lady waits, Has her lord met his fate? But here he comes In belt of white, Her lord now is a knight.
Chorus
Put a sl lver helm on my son's h6ad, T&ach him to fight or strike him dead. He 1 I I be a knIght, I know some day, So bring him up In the SCA.
f.'-::ti: the a;:;n·aval of Franz von Steffans, h'a:r'haft of th~> li!lmch-nan.
Tune: The Harine Hymn Melusine 1-.'hitcroft
From t~e ships beached qn Ansteorran shores, to the mountains and beyond, Tho' w6'•e not aggressive in tha least, to threats we wil I respond. lr hur-i=ane or lee-storm, we ~iII melee wlth tl1e best.
Vie erG ~·,e fl~hting E'orachme~, the first I ine of defense .
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THE H:JSPITALLER'S SONG
..• Tu:-ie: The A~ts Go !·1arching One by One
0:' \o.~·,en Johnny Comes Harching Horr,e
Th:s ;e..-. ..;.. ... y are sleeping one ~y cr:e, oyez, ov~·:
The ge~t..-y are sleep\ng one by one, oyez, oyez The ;e-t.'"y are sleeping one by one, lt 1 s v&r~ res~ful, but not m~c~ fun
7hs S~~~r; Ere sleeping an)'~here they Ce~!
Vargskol !'.alfblood and the Bj~rnsborg Tacky Songs Guild
I 'to._ : ',' 7y,:,. Three by thrGe ; ~·~~y ~eriod thlng to cc. I think thct 1 s 1·1Y hcnd on my Knet-!
THE IIOS?I7'/,~LER 'S SONG (continued)
Four by four On the furniture, on the floor.
Five by five With ever·ybody e>:cept theIr vlive~,
S i >: by SiX With Ranyart up to his usual tricks.
Seven by seven Ca I I in the knights/wenches and
we' I I be In heaven.
Eight by eight Hurry up, [name], or you 1 II
be late,
Nine by nine I don 1 t knO\·/ "hY, it must be
the wine.
Ten by ten No one's asleep and It's
morning again.
GOD REST YE FR~tmc AUTOCMT
Dedicated to every autocrat of eVe1'Y event ever heZd in Ansteorl'a; 1r.ost of the incidents mentioned r.ave indeed occurred!
'J'.me: God Rest Ye Nerry, Gentlemen
God rest ye frantic autocrat 1
, Let nothing you d i srr.ay, Reme:ober that your· 9reat event Is st i I I a rn::Jni"h uvtoy, Don't panic yet, there's lots of time An~ don't get swept away:
Chorus: Anc sing ye in chorus: ''Never again, never again,'' And sing ye in chorus: "t~ever again! 11
God rest ye frantic autocrat, Let nothing you dismay, Reme~nbet the-J- your- great event Is sti I I two weeks away, The si~e is grand tho' if It rai.ns It just might w~sh away:··
God rest ye f car,t I c autocrat, Let nc,thing you dismay, Remember that your great event Is sti I I a week awey, The music's fine if only they Re-r,ember ho1·1 to pI ay:
Tivar Hoondragon
Gcd res! ye frantic autocrat, Let nc-1': '"9 you dismay, Recnembe1 I hat your great event Is sti I I th~ee days away, The feast is planned, the food's !> ·'·'"
bought, Tho 1 Gcd kno>~s ho~· you 1 I I pay:
Chorus
God rest ye frantic autocrat, Let nothing you dismay, Despite the fact your great event Is schedu I ed for today, · The tourney's grand, the rain v::>r.'t
last For very I ong 1 they say:'
C'hor·us
God rest frantIc autocrat, L~t nofhing you dismay, D0spite the faci that everything ! ~. g(J i ng -,:rong today, The ~(i ng and Queen came unannounced, And God knov1s v.'ho e I se may:
ChOY'US
It's 110t do>w yet!
GOD REST Y'o' AUTOCRAT (continued)
God rest ye frantic autocrat, Let nothing you dismay,
God rest yc frantic autocrat, Let no·rh i ng you dIsmay,
The herald's lost his voice And he can 1 t even cry "Oyez!" The I 1st-field's under water, A tornado's on the wcy:
The f0cs·:· \o.'as grand, tho' half the
C'noY'Us
God rest ye frantic autocrat, Let nothing you dismay,
CCTI
Is dyir1g of the plague, Tho ,-eve! would have been great, But the tavern blew away:
God help ye frantic autocrat, You'd better run away, The ants have eaten half t·he food
And carrIed your tent away, Some mundane called the cops
The Queen Is mad, her tent and King Have both been washed a~;ay,
And they took a I I the knights away: It might be wise to change your name
Cho1>us And quIt the SCP.:
God rest ye frantic autocrat Chorus Let nothing you d i srnay It's getting cold, it just might snow, You'd better start to pray, The fire won't start, the food will
spo i I, So serve It anyway:
Cho:"Us
ANACHRON I ST 1 S ANTHEII.
This ocone out of Naidies!
Tune: The Harine Hymn Diarmuid MacSeumas 0 1 Siodhachain
From the windswe;o'!- h~ II s of Nord-aus-das-Strom, to the shores of the Southern Is I es,
vie journey ·ro the tournaments, and wear med i eva I sty I es. We will be lords anc ladies for a too-short weekend, Feasting and merry-r:aking in a chi val rib land of Pretend .
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I WANT A \\'AR
This one did toa.
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·Tune: I \\'ant A Girl Diarr..1...:id !·~cSeumas 0 1 Siodhachain
I want a war, just I ike the wars the knights of ~~~ di~ fig~t, When warriors stood and fought, in bloody bettie, ssod and hot,
Through the day and nio~t.
A good old-iasLioneo war witr. lc>cs of J:olooc, Jcs~ I ;v.e Fennsic IV with I rots of rnu::.
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I GOTIA S\·:J?.:;
2'w;e: I Got Shoes Nerak la Tioserandc
I gctta s•·::>rd, you gotta sword, a I I vo: f i ~hters got a sword. vlhen I get to tourney, gonna take up ny sword, Gonna fight in tho melee, melee', melee, Everybody i·c;Jkin' 'bout tourney cin 1ta go~na win, Melee, melee, gonna fight in th~ melee.
gotta sh i e I d • • • gonna take up ''Y shlelt
gotta he I m • • . gonna put on '"'{ he I m • . •
gctta br:J i se . . . gonna get b I ack an<:! b I ue • . .
BALLAD OF THE MEN OF THOR~<i·IELL
For late nights in ti;e Blue Fly Taver>n.
Tune: The Ballad of the Tra-des
Here's to the brave men of Thornwe I 1-, Wei I known for their prowess In fights, But it's only the ladles who know you the best Nhen the time comes to put out the lights.
Here's Orm, a I usty strong fe I I O\\',
:!,akes mony r.-:en tremble with fear,
From Gestc Suleszka von Pferdenthel
aut his knees stcrt to shake and he's !wert to meow' i'.'hen 3 ;:·urr i ng young kitten comes near.·
And T0rcin, our scholarly Turpin, His pro~ess at chess it is great, He kr.~"'" ell the gambits for takin3 a piece; ihrec ffoC'VES cnC he 1 S ready to mate.
Ch, F,snycr~' r·~. I:: tamed .as a v:encher, You'vE- t-.cc.···c c .. : !-,is name far end ~n•ide,
And jest ~'E' yC'u think that your l~dy's aiC'ne,. You'll f i~d Ranyart there by her side.
And G~·llan's a ~i?t1ty strcng ercher, His a~rc~'s s~0t siraight to t~e merk, J..Gd his ci ..... 's .. :;Js7 G~ true, v:i7t~ c less in ~;is crrr.s, \·:· .. ~en ~.e 1 £ !cc.5:.1g his shaft in ~·he dr.r~.
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And ~latth~w, that rcd-ha ired young devil, He's thought to be quiet and staid, But he 1 s rowdy enough to be raising some he I I When he's seeking the charms of a maid.
Stephen, he's known as a poet, His ballads are sometimes risque, But there's many a maiden for mi Jes hereabo~t l·iho'll swear he exc:ells at the Jay.
Here's to young Raimond the ~bon-Bear, Though some think him naught bul -!"he Foolo=, But he 1 s c I ever enough with a 1·1enc!l in his arms, And he knows French they don't teach in schoo I.
Here's to Sir Jan cal led the Eagle, Unhorsing him many havo tired, But his lcnce is sti II stout, and there's many a lass viho 111 go with Sir Jan for a ride.
And Tanasan, Lord of House T.hornwell, He 1 s proud and he conquers at w II I, If it's out on the field, or In some lady's bed, He handles his weapon witl1 ski I I.
So here's to the brave men of Thornwel I, Be you 'scho I ars or fighters or lords, But .it's on I y the I ad i es. who know you the best, For your best thrusts aren't made with your swords.
HOVI I~UCH IS THAT RA TI AN IN Tf-'c GARAGE?
'i'he [i1•st ?.ine of ti;is W.?s sung by His Ma,_iest)! c•oh"Y.'1 of Atenveldt upon retw•ning .fl'•cm gm•age of the Bordennaroh Ba:mnid Manor. By the !.Xly, in ordei"' to ['{t the i.--t.nu-::.) "garage" is 11gay-r·O;Ij) 11 and 11i~attaH 11 is 11:t'at. 'n. 11
Tune: Ho~> Huch Is That Doggie in the \,'indo~>?
How much is that rattan in the garage? The e I even-f:mt f·~3no;..·cn stave? ... Ho~ much i" that rct>an in the garage, The one that's intact, not shaved?
I heard of a tale of a dark lord With a saber that's made out of I ight. I need a gr6atswQrd to rroiect me, A~d scare him away with one fight.
con 1 t ;;ar.t pine or ba I sa, don't want a basetal I bat, dcr,'t Vlcnt five-foot pieces,
'Cause you can't rr~ake a greatS\·:orC fro';, ..:...~--I , •IC L,
J:erak la Tisseran,de
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Bilf<li<:T 1471
No tuna to th1:e one; it's a very ~ove~y poon on a historiaaZ topic. This is ~nivaZry.
A hundred knigh1s in the cold grey dawn With hot blood in their veins; A thousand I iv'ri&d nJen-at-arms; Lie hidden in the lanes.
The fog is thick upon the ground, The sun we cannot see; Ho banners v:av i ng in the sky To sho;: the enemy.
We hear the horses neigh and snort, The ground It starts to shake; Across the heath and up the hIll The foe our I I ne to break.
The whine of arrov:s through the air, The cries of men in pain, The clash of swords on mall and plate; We hold against the strain.
The drifting fog begins to lift , To show, upon our .f I ank,
The Sunne of York in sp I endor f lovm To crush upon our rank.
Our hearts are fi I led with panic fear As we strive to hold the field; We press in close to guard our lord From blows of bloodied steel.
Our men retreat nov: to c ~rooY: \•:hose waters run ~: i th t: lood; Our· wounded fall ;:ith >'ie,·clng cries As we trample through the flood.
vie know· not why we fight thess ··ars For Red rose or for ilhite; We owe our service to our lor~ For wrong ccuse or for" right •
The devices of the werrlng sides Fly out acrcss the sun; vie know not v:hicr, ·,:iII hold the field Wt1en this hard d~y i~ done.
The knight end 1·he ~ercn have nc fear, Their msunts ere £~rcng end fest; \•,'-2 ·)·c~·:'t'r1En s"!"ar~:J "...:~·:.r~ thG ;::rc·Jr.d, An~ fight u~7i I tne las~.
Suleszka von Pferdenthal
We have no gold to ransom us, There is no way to yield, We cannot run so hard and s~ift
So we die upon the field.
We are stronQ and simple men, We've pledcoed unto our lord; And har·d "'" fight for the oath we swore On the rei ics in his sword.
If York sl1ould win, then we will die, With our traitor lord attainted; We wear his I Ivery and his badge, With hIs ar·ms owr coats are paInted,
God grant me noH a f ina I wl sh -Their arro;:s sigh around me -Return my soul to my freehold land, Let the pace& of earth surround me. ·
THE BARBARIAN SONG
Rt;nember First Ba::'ba:t"ian Invitational, A.B. XI.T? This 4>ilZ :rmrind you!
molto marccto
From Gesta and The Phoenix Sesto !1arco Vareccio de CrucedeRosas
Lively
Chn~~*ll/'~" g §?~44~&~44~-~r:~-~v~litJ§::~· 5.-' ~-d~~~~~)~)~) J~~l. -•~ Oh we all sit at court, and talk of the sport of lopping off ev'ryone's
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I --Qir f r head so we' II cheer Tl II we're spent and we' I I not be content untl I
J • ~J'ry last fighter Is dead.
Freely 't'l
P ~ v -:J d 1 t.~~.P~: 7~~ ~;~~ ;§~ ;;~~ ~r I pI;;·: c. r. the lute end sing of a brute a 3ehe-~cc'r, ca 1.1 ed Hogan by name
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t .. eroe 1 •
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f u p_ r=-1~-1 1
might and al.though
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'i'!:':C BI.RBARIAN SONG (oo10tinued)
D.t£ Fine F- --_
Oh we
"Fine r
u=i~lt ev'ry lasi fighter Is dead,
2. Lord Ranyart, it see11s, is the subjecl of drearr,s, Of maidens, both portly and lean. They alI beat a path to help with his bath, A c I eaner rnan never was seen,
3. A lady can thrll I with equestrian ski I I, I speak of Suleszka, of course, You may stea I her Lord Jan, her house and beyond, But don't lay a hand on her horse.
4. A man's ne'er been seen such as Lord Evergreen, They say he's a gentleman born, Tl :·ugh he's known for his manner, he's one of those planners Wn?'l I ba in your tent before morn.
5. May alI the salnts.bless the dear Lady Tess, Vie love to bring red to her cheeks. She's a beautiful sight, and wed i'o ,., knight, But at floondragon 1 s treasure she P'""''.s.
6. To the newest of peers, let's alI give three cheers, Iva sing of the batt I es he 1 s won, He's now joined the knights, but thG hardest of fights Is sti I I keeping track of his son.
7. The ladies think much of Lord Tivar's touch, They say he has talented hands.
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The work of his f inge•·r. brings pleasure that I ingers, But what of the wor-k of his glands?
And nO\\' 1 to be sure, I must sing to F I eur, A charming and buxom young I ass. She's ,,.e I I put tog<;ther, and the J.1en don't kn::>v.' whether To s-tare at her face or her -- eyes.
9. Sir Randall can fight, and with-all his mi-2ht, He whacks them again and again, And when it's alI done, and the battlo is ~~·,
He finds that t,e's ki lied his own men.
10. A few had a whim to go for a swim (They v:er0 be~? inning to roast), ! fa~ ca~e to look, and clothing they 1c~~ -:-a see who had. reason to boast,
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Ti!E' E!J'!'!..'o:!./.' SO!IG I oont-imwd)
11. A lady's been seen, wh~se color is green ( 1 Tis probab I y somethIng she ate),
12.
You may ans;:c;r hnr riddle, but don't try to f I delle Or you' II meet wii·h an un~leasant fa~e.
I Tc~e care not to fa I I to the S 1 ren 1 s!' sweet ca I I, To do so v,•ould cosi you your life. If you go, my gooc rr.un, you w I I I dIe by her· hand If n:ct by the hand of your wife,
13. Or., ;:e sing of the fall of Amethyst Hall Of hangings, and warm sunny skies, Th~uph weal I came prepared, It must stll I be declared, That victory belonged to the fl les.
14. I c.ou I d sing of Jan, and Lord Tanasan, Of Onn and the rest of the throng, And avoidin; the clench of the dread tavern wench, BuT ny song Is a I ready too long.
D\1ARVEN I NV IT AT IONAL
Don 1 t D.xn'Ves r·er;;i>W. you of WeH, rr.aybe not aZZ of them!
Tune: Teddy Bear's Pi<;nic Helusine Hhitcroft
If you go out on the fie I d today, you 1 d ·better· not go a I one. It's lovely out on the field today, but nicer to stay at home. For every D;tarf that ever there was is gathered there for certain because Today 1 s the day the Dwarves have their toruney.
Dwarven lnvltaticn•I--They 1re having a lovely time today. See therr. be sh and gunch and slay to have a go::>d -rIme on their hoI I day! See therr toss the rock about, they love to roar and shout, They're happiest when at war. At sundown their ·J.1others w II I come and take them home to bed Because they 1 re tIred, I itt I e, six-foot Dwarves,
AU·10ST A L II·~ER I CK
The sub;i e•:Jt. of th~P one ··hat: Q~SO been OOmpal'ed to Q teddy beCU' -- but dar. 't txlke hi..r:: ~P -:'.n t]ie 1rdddZc o.f t];e night I
A Samurai-Viking naffied John Met four burslers with hl5 katan' The one 1 s c!-.Est h-s cu~, Stabbe.d :~~c c.;_L~r ir. -the butt, And ths c~~sc t~~ too~ one look ct him In his ~irty gr~y so~ks
oClC ron I ike hell!
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lHE EAGLE RiD[' ·:;\(i-: THE K>RDEH
Appder:tlF t;lit: Za.~~1:' likes LYriting p:JCti.SJ even UJhe'1 thel'e '[: 1::J tune to go 1.:dtl: it. l,~icc .":-.f her·, I thb77~.
The horses are taken in from the green fields The brache-:s a!! h.:>Y.'I o~ the moonrise, The shutters are baltc~c ·:~tight and secure, Tt,e goodwive~ alI i·rc~r·~iJir· ~:1d cover their eyes.
The rT1E::: cH·e: 211 silont out in the d::!rk W8ods, Their hearTs are not reedy for slau~hter.
n.,y hc;ld fest their bi lis and a>:c:c and f lai Is Fe· the Eagle rides over the border.
The Eagle rides hard and the Eagle rides fast -In his trai-· ri~e pillage and evil.
Oh he's fou~r.7 seven years the ravaging Turk--· And the fight in~ ~as made him a devi I,
The val ley folk oray at the sound of his name And rsc~h for tr.e good H~ly vlater, For horses en~ cattle and I lves wil I be lost \•/hen the Ea2le rides over the Border.
His na~e an~ !:is deeds have reached far and widG As those of VI ac' the lmpeler. He's driven the Heathen back over the plains And keeps him locked out I ike a gaoler.
Ho~)' hc"g u: tne gcrl ic outside their lTOnt doors, Silver cresses t~ey hang on their da~ghi·ers. Th;c rer. g:. -o "i 2h+ by the II ght of -:-he moe~ h'ht:·n +r~ f~~:l.:- rld-=s over the Ebrder.
He's hunted the Turks past the great I ron Gates, And the Er..osrcr ga·;e him a castle. He's 2c·t he/'! rsl ics all blessed by the Pope, And he's te~er tee Turks for his vassals.
T~12y I isten ~fe2-e~ for the sound.of his t~o~ss,
ThE tlo::d ir. t~~~:r hearts turns to \>:::te- --· They cre-ep e .. :c/ ~.c:-.3do2 all home to 7hEL huts As the· ::ag I e- ric~~ over the Corder.
He ;:cllops c:rcc: :.-,hi~. 7ir.e :.i lv0r ':F.=ll, fd I cri ..... sc:~ ~:·;: ,;ftiie is 1-:is T(;:.erC. 1\nC r;-,sr~:: c !~;:.... ~-e hcs rErtdE-d an:i sl::::in \'li-Th the grc:;7 s-..::::rd t!-~:::t ftZ:f\~:;s ir. l~.s s::e:t.:~.-:.
.You know) wheH you ':re poi:ng to a Sooiety 1.Kl7' hi a couple of daysJ you can find yoW's elf sir>.gir;g these aloud in a c1·o>.>·J _. :· rr.:mdanea!
Tune: I'm Getting l-~on·Jed in the !·lornin;~ (from ~lv Fair Ladv)
Nerak lP. Tisserandc
I'm going to war in the morning, with all the knights In a I ine. See the barbarians, the weapons they're carryin' --
Oh, get me to the vier on tirr.e.
I've got to be there In the m: . ...-ni'lf/ 1 Shined up and Hear in' all my rr.all, Yell in' a cry, to win or to di,,,
flnsteorra cannot fa i I,
When they ettack us Hith tru~pet sound, That's whe>n we'll pound therr, into the ground!
There is a v1ar ir1 the morning, Send out the heralds through the land. We 1 I I show the \·:est 1 Ansteorra 1 s best --·
With fltenveldt, He' I I make our stand.
IN MELEE
11DU3.' Yesterday
In melee--AI I my "troub I es seem to start that v.·ay, When I take the field to fight and slay Uow I want to turn and run av.•ay,
Suddenly, I'm n:~ half the man I esed to be--· There's aG axe·~2~ si·anding over me. I'd love to Turr .. my back and flee.
Telbyrne Morningstar
Why I had to fight I don't knew-- Prince didn't say. I did sorneth i ng wrong 1 now I I ong to run cv,rcy.
From rnele0 --All my troubles sesm ·to start tr~at v:ay; \•:ell, I think I' II stay and fight today I love to fight in big melees.
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11'5 A S~~LL SHIELD AFTER ALL
Ji's a shield of black with a Tau cross white, It's a shield thei 1 s seen many a fight,
Nerak la Tisscrt:n::r.
Though It's r'crfctly round, and It weighs ·J·wr·"!'/ pounds, It's a srr.;,ll c.'>kld after all.
ChoY"<s: li 's c s"·•cli shield after all, it's '' It's 1: s<e.cl! shield after all --
:I shield after all,
It's Sir Sean's &mal I shield.
\\'he c. borne in batt I e a a i nst a foe, Thc7 I ittle shield seems to grow. To The left and the right, and then high and then low,
1 Till it covers from head to toe,
Chor'Us
Absol:.<te?.!' hcd to t<se at least one tune from Camelot!
'!\me: It 1 s )·fay (from Camelot)
It's war! It's war! The lusty state of w2r! That lovely game of armed confl let That every knight waits for,
It 1 s here! It's he ~e:! When clouds of wicked Sudden! y appear.
It 1 s war! I t ' s war ! And cherg~ the \\'est
See them retre<ot lsn 1 t it neot
That bashing time of year! arrows in f I ight
So blow the horn of b·='ar
Just ,,.etch the Hi;;pc 1 s f~c·:·.
tc ci:._, c sn0c·Y:y thing or iHo.
Nerak la Tisserandc
It I s t i "'Co And v:' 1.1 rr~ak~ each counter attack something th8 \•/est ~n•lll rue.
Rcomim:scr>:t of every tourney the swnmel' of A, S. XIII I from Ges t.a Balthazar of Endor
Lady, lost in black velvet darkness, Bc·ought bc,c+. to me By rrosqu j·i·oos.
COI-1/~ERC I AL
Razm's, t';.>:J•ds -- they 'r·e both sharp.
Tw12: The GilJette Razor Song
It I ooks sharp, and the edge is too, A broad sword that is rIght for you. It's good steel, so give a cheer-The blade from Kirby Wise is here!
Nerak la Tisserande
HERR OTTO 1 S TRAGEDY
• A nice mcd1:cval thc•,;cf
Tune: Sir James the Rose
Herr Otto's on his great \,•ar-horse, And to the East he's ridins, For he has gone to fight the rogues On the Ebrder where they 1 re hIding, And he has taken men-at-arms And seven stalwart squlres, And they' II be home within the week To sit beside their fires.
Dame SuI a stood upon the ;;a I I To wave to r.im in parting, But he has turned to fece the EBst So eager he's fc•r st.:;ri in~. v/h"en the night began i'o fall And Autu~n's ~hi I I came creeping, A knock "" s heard upon the door Thai se~· ih~ hounds c-lea~ing.
A stranger 5tood ouiside The door, His garb all stainet and ~uddy, To beg for a night's lc'CO'ir.; tlte.re r'\nd they sc·(; t-.is hcnc·s '({_"-r:· Llo::)dy. DaMe Su!s's heart was ~i~: ~·~d good, But a I as! sf·f: VlCS no--;· c I ~\'t:<, For she hes ~~n~ i·c lEt ~1,~ ln, An~ ~o~~e~ r~~rsGif fo~e;sr.
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From Gesta Suleszka von Pferdenthal
She:;':·. hound his wounds in I I nen f i ne f•,nd he's told her his story, Sd upon by cutthroats ,. i I e -flbandoned, robbed and sc:·y. He scid he'd travelled fer and wide In search of wealth and pleasure, He's told her tales of ~eny lands And wonde•·s beyond mecsu:-e.
She gave him meat and hearty~broth And brought some wine to warm him .. She made a bed where he could sleep And She /1nd For For
sure tt1at none waul~ harm hir~.
bade him oood-nloht and went Uf· kissed he~ babes- a-s"' iII ng, now she's gone up to her bed s I eep v;as now begu i I ! ng.
When alI was dark and cuiet there, And the hoLJrds were soundly sleepin2, The ~;\trJi·,"r · ' 1·rew his. c-:,ld steel ble:C:£: And to h~·; ·She could :. But he c•c· s
WE:nt C!ESp ins;, -ry' out ere he struc~
~-:·ew wide ~ith pleadi~?· He h&e ed ~1~-1, end ~Ju~~ed the knif~, /\nd I E. ~- 1·,·:; r ~ ·~-:;d c: nC t.! E-r:::d in~,
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HE?.R OTTO's TRACE:Dc'
He 1d pee his knife upon hH robos Anc down the stairs was stealing, \'.'~:·-Ti open bur4st the great front du:_;r· An: the wild shouts ca~e a-peeling. HQrr· Otto 1 s lost the I eader rogue But by his t.oloc•d he's found him. He's ca I I ed out to his s<;u I res bo I d To go up and surrc)und hiffi,
Th& stranger lnuclh'·': 2 mcdman 1s laugh, And Otto feared discster. He'~ ridden hard back to his keep, 'Twas sed he rode no faster. He's climbed the stairs to seek his 1<ife And in h1r blood he's found her. He's cried his grief aloud to God An~ he's wrapped his cloak around her.
The rogue he's dies a savage d~ath But Otto's heart was riven. They've laid him down beside his wife As soon as he-: h'as shriven.
SIXTEEN TONS
Tune: Sixteen Tons
A man-at-arms is made out of ~uc, A squire is made oui· of mJscl6 and bloc,d, 1•1uscle and blood and yo~ add s:)r.1e stc:el, Then you've got a knight and you know that he'll
\'le·i gh sixteen tons, that's v.hat you' I I get, vllth a knight in arm:Jr end you can bet
Nerak la Tisserande
It' I I take twelve men-et-arms with a winch end chain Just to lower his helm down over his brain.
He's a ger1tlerna'n flgt~i:.:.r··.:~_,r· -~he SCA,· Doesn 1 t undt::rstar.d h0'>-1' hr-. get thct way, Learned'l-,oh· "to figr~t ,·:i~l: ~ sv.·:JrG erd shield And defend his honor out en ttie fie!d,
A-v,.earin' sixt&E-.:--. tons • ,
He ·,·:~s c crude bertarie:~~ c-fighti:-~ 1 oui in the rain, Ti I I sorr~c-one drr:r-ed hir."· ¥.'ith c belt and a ch=l:~, r~w he's apr(·:·~~~ 2 k~i~ht, they say We lese m~re ~ood ~~r~2-l~ns tnet way.
He'~ wGe:·!~' ~1x~ee~ to~s , ,
'Phe e·nvelcpe o~i tht~s o~;c had n:·· 1•ehrrn a::ldresc -·- guees the mAi:}lOY' isn't 1:nterested i>1 h1:s j'Y·ee copy cf the S:mgbookl
71mG: The M.T.A. ITi,o Han \,110 l\ever Returned)
Let n•c ·Jell you of ih<c story of an Atenveldt kln:1 Who de:lde~ to IE\'Y n tox.
C. Flavius Censor
He said, 11 ~enesch:::l~, (~on 1 t crgue; just send m& -j-IJ:-~·: ~ i·t·he, Or prepare your h.::a.:s f cT ·UlE axe."
Sha I I v.·e Pd'l hi r:. l -~- no, sha I I we pay hI n1 n:::< 1 T\~·as discuss~'·:1 t~c:t·h high and low --Fr-on• the ne.·es·t hunger-on to EbD A I rn i gh'l y, T110 drcbate raged to and fro.
No,: upon 1\tenveldi the ilest declared war, Meny miles did the fighters fare. ilhen they got there the rn::>narch told them, "Field maneuvers." An official event he did declare.
/1rrows and flails, Oh, arrows and flails-I-t-never, never falls. \'.'e'll h::·,te: n:> ...,·ar v:hile he 1 s on tho ·thn>ne, So goodi.)'C. !'o arrows and flails.
And a' reve I 1\'cS he I d in the Steppes Berony; AI I night did tl1e gucsis stay there. But kncv1 you ell, '·t,·:ilc. not their choice, 'Twas the king ~h~ reveled fore 1er.
Let us d8r.ari, Oh, let us deoart, For home, rny lcdy, Jet us start. But the kin~ ac,d his peers are locke,· in a r-oom With the ~eys to ocr dragon-cart.
lbw a! I his reign long he rides through his kingdom Crying, 11 ilhere m0y I rest my head'! I've no horne of my own (nor farspeaker station) and I·~Y subjects rna ke me beg for a bed."
Where Is the king? W:cce is the king? The fa-rsoe::,k dc·th r-ir ... ·H:' r-ing. He r.ay roe·1 forever-.,:! _J: .. !~ ·1t1e realm of /\i"8n 1
An itinc-,...c:~t, !--:w.e[es:; ki..-.;_;.
1,1-Jh y'::lu sub~~-::ct£ c~ .-\tc:~, d:m'i you tr~ir,~~- i-J-'::. a scandal H':)\'.' thr:: ~·.ir:::; C')ES ..... ~;CiE: 1 cr rle de pi(:Csc,, Jn de5~- :-t-(:- cf S.::.:J c1:: Corpore c:,d custc:-r,) h'ith r1:: i'h-:;._,ghT of c:.~!r.,Jr. c':>urtesy.
J I.'·~ , .. , ..•.. tc kiss his hcree, bid dm1 't have many of
l·ly !'.road SVI<:Jrd, I cc:1n~t tell ;:hat you mec:n to ,,,,; \·nth your si"ength, y8ur ~n·eight and your accuracy. If I could pati·er~ ~~ ~trlfe
On your great l~nfth a~d edge true, A k i II i ng cut, r i £: :Yt tc rhe nut, eech time. My Broad S"•ord, sy·.1bol of fighting stren?th ever true, Inspire me to ki I I just Vlith you.
HOUEYit.:JON SONG
Kubric Spelldragc··
h'I'itten for SGbast-:a>: E-:.ser;faust and Nari.a Elayne von Sohwangau. The fir·st va·se 1:s s:..<Y.,? i:y the iadies to the Lord, the second by the 'lords to t;he Lady, &to; the l::;.st Vel'Be is sung by all to both.
Tune: The Saucy Sailor
•On thy honeymoon, l·ly I<:Jrj l<e"·lywed, As thou I lfteth ~o~ thr~ugh door In thine eagerness forge7 not the bed For it's softer than the floor!
Oh, mllacy, tho~ hast 1Tis the ffi~n wh~ wears Though w~ s3r~ -o h~~e When the c~1cls's oct,
a master now the pants
1 tis not a I ways so perchance.
And thou must no~ s I u-.~ in thy wedding c lathes That· w II I not do a7 c I I For i·hy lady fair no.: cnc evermore Thc·u rnust stand ~? strc i ght and ta II ,
Thcu art r;'.:-rle: r.o"· to a warrior bold See 7hct! ~slc-2s- ,.ith hls'·gear Pol ioh t~~- r.:s·s· .. xd and his helrc, ot geld And I coc f; '· 2 : I ~: r. is spear,
Thou must not Ci~·:_-f .. -1-h thy lcdy fair 1Tis unsee'n!y -!-c- :- ~ :.t·.;;~-
To b0:-a·te a v:if~.::~ · ·: :.:s-:.:(-:-1€:S a rr.:::n Sui" 1 ~ is. ell rig~: .;._:, c·c~.t3:--.
Vargskol Halfblood
Simple Innocence' best becomes a maid E'en abed ihis is true /iever teach thy man any heathen ways Let him think hci 'fougr,t you.
For a lady is passing d'l icate Thou musi ncct be bo I d and rough Sl1e 1 I I oppre~iate manly' self-restraint Thrice a nIght shou I d be enough,
If you truly do all we've bid you to For as long as you are wed Then ;,•e guarantee you wi II happy be At least while you're abed,
THE LORD OF THOR,WELL RIDES
Another> poe"' 011 one o.f hm' Zorods.
Out of the dark and the windy night With the rain blowing down and no fire al lght,
From Gesta Suleszka von Pferdenthal
With-his buckler hanging at his back and his broadsword at his side, Out of the dark and th,e windy night, the Lord of Thornwellc rides.
Over the hi lis and the grassy plains, Over the dark streams swe II ed wIth rc In, With his black cloak blowing in the wind ond his spurs to his horse's sides Over the hi lis and the grassy plains, the Lord of Thornwel I rides.
Up through the crags and the r0cky steeps, Down to the trees and the me c.,·,· deeps, With his band of loyal men-at-anns to follow at his side, Up through· the crags and the rocky steeps, the Lord of Thornwell rides.
Into the ,,•oocs and the shado;.·ed g I a des -Out of their scabbards s-lide gleaming blades With his s·.·:fxd all drawn and rea~y, his men close by his side, Into the voocs an~ the shado·,:~d glades;. the Lord of Thornwell rl.des.
Out from the C:ast and the pa I e grey sky, Into the va I ley v:here the brigands I I e, -\•lith his trocp all hoi 'fOI' f ig',tlng, and the shout c: I oi'tle cried, Out frorr. the Ecst <Hod ~·l',c, pcle grey sky, the Lord ci -:,--,rnv:ell rides.
Up from the va I !ey v:hGre the foe lies slain, Over the h; II s in tr~e rn:-rn in; rain, h'ith his !:h'J;-::i noy; sheathed en: quiet, he smiles \·:lth vict'ry pride, Up fro~ -t,c, '.':!II€',' ;:here the be I ies slain, the Lc.~-~ c: Thc:rn,;ell rides.
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FREAK I N3 THE I'.JND~I :<:s
Su~ 1: a f;m g(.7ne and per'feaHy imwaent. , , ,
Tunc: Waltzing Hatilda Nerak la Tisserande
Vargskol Halfblood and sundry other~
Once a noble Baron held his court In BJrdermarch Under the shade of the LIbrary
And we sang as we rr.arched down the sidevmlk in our funny clothes You' II come a-freaking the n.undanes with me.
ChOl'US.' Freaking the mundanes, freaking the mundanes, You' I I come a-freaking the mundanes with me,
And we sang as we walked down the sidewalk in our funny clothes You'll conw ;;··freaking the mundanes 1dth me.
Went to the Steppes to hoI d a I i t71 e me I ee there Thousands of peop I e came to see
And v:e sang as we swung our swords upon the soccer fie I d You' II come a-freaking the mundanes with me.
Ylent to the I·Jorseman to hear Lee l~ajors Shout "0-D in!" The price was right, we got in free!
And we sang as we sat and barfed Into our paper bags You' II come a-freaking the mundanes l·:i·lh me,
Ott I cer 1 s meeting turned Into a donnybrook ' Out carne tho daggers, one - two - three Varg wouldn't let us melee in his living room
You'll come a-freaking the rnundanes with me.
Once a Stargate I ady went down to the I aundrorr.at To ~;ash the tabards, d lrty f1·om v:ar
And she sang and she srni led as she folded the clean laundry Chainmall doesn't wash out, you see,
In his black tights and velvet cape he pedals through the city streets Chasing off dogs v:ith his epee
And he smil.es and waves as traffic stops lett and right You 1 1 I come a-freaking the rnundanes with me,
In the junkyard they found domes of metal keen and bright At which they hurled rockfi with glee
And they danced and they sang envrsioning ne\\ helms You'll come a-freaking the rnundanes with me •
Once upon a Sunday night he pulled 'Into a Te>:aco On his way back from the tourr:<'y
And the gas jocl<ey ~.aid, "Can I r.elr.: y:-~· __ ,, r.athsr~:n
He was b-freaking the munt2~e~, you see.
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(And he smiled as Ls .s-aid, 11 1~::>, thank you, my son 11)
ThIs young Si·argate I adv I oves i"o -~.::I I t!·te story H:>\\' Hogan ~n•as beheaded, e::::.y cs could t:&
And she laughs as she sees expressions of her ~undane friends She loves to go a-frea~in; tt1G mundanes, yc~ see.
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FRb'AJUNCi '1'!/F NUND!.l.'.~·~·:· (continued)
In Beaurront, Channel 12 ;.•as Invaded In the night Tessa wished to see herself on TV
The Anste-orran news tearn and the Barbarian ~.>:r,r;i~~·:T wench Really freaked out ihe FCC!
He took his greatsword and his shield Into the show romrn "If they won't fit in the trunk, it's "~t the car for me"
And the salesmen stood and gap&d in shocked si lance He really freaked out the Ford Company
FIghter practIce In the par, c chI rr. i ng from the road ;.•a s heard "Stand and deliver!" cried the bold co;c,pany
And they sang as they munched (,n their sno-cones and ice cream bars You' II come a-freaking ihe mundanes with me,
Don't sit at home and dream yo"r dreans in solitude This wi II be fun, I guarantee
Put on your costume, strap your ;.·eapon by your side f~d come a-freaking the mundanes with me.
RHOADIN THE VIKING
Hope Rhoadin doesn't take off elise; none lXlB mealit
Tune: Frosty the Snm.'!Tian
Rhoad in the Viking was a very happy soul,
Helusine \,'hi tcroft
With his purple sash and his dragon ship with the shields hung in a row. Rhoadin the Viking had a band of fighters bold, And he led this band from land to land on a search for fun and gold; There must have been some magic In that purp I e he I m he >~ore,
For when he put It on hIs head, the B:::rachmen I' egan to roar, Oh, Rhoad in 1 s B::>rcchmen never fa II ed In bott I e f e II , And they cha II enged a II who wou I d dare to brow! over a II of Menve I dt.
Thumplty thump thuro.p, thumplty thump thump, look at Rhoadln go, Thump i ty thump i-hump, thump lty thump thump, over the beaten foe
Rhoadin the Viking lo'cS the lcdies' favorite, Tho' the lords do:-, 1i i<n::>1·1 ;:hy ·rt should be so, yet 1h.'3S very definite, Rhoadln the VikinS >~as surrounded at all times, By such a group, c lcvely tro":>p, fer:-.inity .sub I irr~s. !low whether It was his reckless grin or wh.ether his eyes so blue, The fact' remains, It wa~ no streln, he ettr2c~{·~ ~~t a few. But Rhoad In the Vi k i r.g, t hous h "•e g 1 or i ed i r. ! - c I I , Had no favorite mcid, tho' tr-.ey curseC ~nd proye:, end tried so to enthrall.
·a~t Rhoadin tt1e Viki~g r~st h!s ccnc1e~:r 2~ le~t, No·~; n:> tn8re he'll roar:-1 so far f:--c,.. ~...:J•·•.::, 1 ::3u~r: frorn now on he's held fast. There r~ust have t~e~ some ma;lc in ~~~ s~l ls sJ fair to see,· Sh& did v.·hot rr13n·'l before her':' -:-rle:, she Cro~;h-: hir;-1 ic· his knE:es. Oh, Rhcedin the Viking, I ike r~~"Y c ...... --.0r r-,;::r., \-!:::s 1crsaY.en a life that v.·cs .:_i\ c: s-:-rifc; he-'s l'E:-12rt i?.1H?d tJy c '!';:)men's t:::nd,
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COUCEF:i<II·IS THE SUr'ERIORilY r;r FIGHT II'C' !<EI:
No t1me fo1' this one r < :': l:cr'.
The rhyrr.c;r hath such honey words f.nd the smIth he is quite strong, 'c·ui" l'c! rather bed a fighting men Wt1ose lance ls very long.
The scribe can ;:rite a good fair hand And the minEircl 's sweet to hear, But they can 1 t cc.mpare to a I ord I y kn I gh"\" When he holds aloft his spear.
The carter hauleth heavy loads And the worVJHan' s strong at I abor, But they aren't up to a rash Hussar vlho' s sharpened we I I his sabre.
The juggler he hath lll<!ny tricks And the priest he can give grace, But oh for the love of a man at arms vii th his stout and good i y mace.
The mage can many wonders show And the miser hath his hoard, But I' I I iH~e instead the chevalier \·lho uses we I I h·i s sword.
The ta i lor mu keth garments fine And the cobbler doth good work, Bu"\" I'd ndhor· a wild Celtic lad With his cubit-length of dirk.
The dancer leapeth I Ike a stag And the player's fair of speech, But give me first the warrior bold Who's qui~k into the breach.
Anot.her f:t•or:i Mer•idies.
Suleszka Fro:: Cu: :: Sul eszka von Pf erd<-nt k 1
Slasl>ing through the foe on appointed bettie tay Over the field we go sr.lashing all ·ihe v:ay! 2!:::des on helms do ring striking rr.cl·e:l brig!·,t L't,, ·~·:hat fun to light and sir.g a slaying .s:-;;; ·•:)r.i~:~-7!
1~11, thr-~, -:-ell me folks In Atonveldt 0' ha\'!· ~'e heard ii- said That tnc Sun upon vcr IJHnner Has turne<j to bloody rPd? Yle 1 re comin' fro:n th0 ~-c-_,uthlands
Ye don't knor.• v,rh:J vn: c::!-1.
We're the Boys frorn /•.r1' ':Ta With the Rising of the~,;,,-! (3x) \'le 1re the fby:=, frvrn Ans~E'::::Tra With the ~\5ing of tt1e Star.
1~1any a foe has tried us On many 2 bloody field A precious few have ki I led us Because we never yield \•le 1 ve pot powder tor our cannon Grapeslct and bo i I in' tar We're your- frier1ds frorn Anste;Jrra vlith the Rising of the Star (3x)
N:>w \\B have Sir- 7 i!:r.:)nn l~ho' s cc I I H' the l!ounta I ngate That Is~'t silver ~cne· He's just dressEd ou-t" in his plate He's gc>i shields rnc,:-Jn of iron A sv,'Ord rnz~cle f ron: .:J spar l·le 1s a Prince of A11si-e8rra With the rising of the Star (3x)
Mo:Pe or less anonyn:ous.
T"UJ1e: Su;n:nertime
Tuurney 7ime, anrJ the dr·ir,t~ :: r~-s~ly,
fvielee's co .. ',ins, end yc-ur- ),J~-~--~ r:.:-r~ ;,i:;;~ •.
Balthazar of Endor
The \\'CYnen c f Anste-Jrt,a They' II rnake you lovely wives, Bu'l r lr0' I. the; i r skIds and bodIces, Hoc ,,,,,,,.,,, carry knives •.
They ''". , I I ronm~ngery, The i ,, i•" ',,j II not mar. , They' II 'I you or they' II ki II yrru By th,c 1\i,i 1 of the Star. (3x)
1'/e' re ,i w·: ,,ychoi ic kIllers \•le I i i'.c· -J"L; :·;:1irr, u~d gunch Don' i pack th any basket ile'll just eai ·!heir dead for lucclo lve' rc, brothc;rs of the Normans And daughters of the Czar vi~ I"'' the folks from Ansteorra With tho Rising of the Star (3x)
Copyright Hay·lS, 1978 Used by permission of:
FATE
Oh, your ~\·l~~d i~ ~f,cr~~~ t...,nc yc:..:r v . .:;r,::.~ is good looY.in' So, husr.-, I iTtle Sl .. ·ss!·;bucklc:-, C::m•~ ·:'>.J ·=ry.
One of ~-,;:.:E- tcurney~, you're gcmnc r:sr:-- ;,:. the top. YCl!.-11 It r-~_,: ','O:...:r S\·.'8rj, ar.:::! ','our fc--::-~ J,[ II flee. Oh, yc:_r· :;· .. ;c.rd i~ ~~~c:r::>, cnC yvur y,-;;;r,::;... is good-lool··.ir, 1
So. h 1..:;::~, 1 i-=-~-IE :OI·:c::··~-·ucklf;: ... , dJn 1 T .•:•..: cry,
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Telbyrne Morning~rnr
J. Oh I Y.'J:Jder yes I v.':>nder \·:hen the fighting 1 s over /1n·'!. Tt1C·
~o•ornen cec s e to Y.'G i ! \•Ji II I ridE: \·:ith r:-.y father's
ancestors On a co I d and sun I css tra i I?
As I sit ur: en the rr~unta intop and look bG!0\\' 1
At the v•l ley deep and wide, Then I h~3r the war-god 1 s cl ar Jon As it cal Is c~ me to ride.
3. Oh, w~r~:kr, y•_:~,, I v;8nder, when the lis! 'i And the •·ar :- i or·s cecse to fa II, f.nd the ve I I ey sings out joyous I y, \·:;II I hear n:; songs at all?
s over,
4. [l:llm belc• ne in theo valley they are f ig':tin:: no>~,
And I h&cr them ca I I to rr.e With t~e clash cf bettie and the scree~s cf ~en, LikG th~ ;ocring of the sec.
5. Oh, I v.or.1er, yes, I wonder, ll'hen the f i2r.ting 1 s over, And ~h~~ oeace has coffie agaitl, \'.'iII I c-i~e home with the victors Orwill! l!earnongtheslcin?
6. In the :::i~Ts:l:::e is··the casTle v.·here shE- ·,.;cit~ for me, ·'• It is r.i::::e .. : ln the !"Jist,
!-.ns r.~:- ~/-:;::: fl isten s:>ftly as _she h'ai-ts -1::.. ::ee Where r.· ~2~~: w1 I I cams to rest.
7. /·.nd I \\"::..r:e .... , yes, ! .... :-nCer v.·~er: the r::-::·.: 1r·::'~ ovr;r ~iII s~E ~e~ re ride the field Clad ir c ....... :.: ·:·~·II c ... jr_: blcs.:y, cr c ·i·;!f: s~-::st,
Carrie( :-:-~·-:: _:..:::-~ r:·,_, ~:..,ielc''i'
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THE FALL OF THE ANSTEORRANS
The Ansteorran view of the ;i'·.:, d !Jui>r•o Creek h1aJ',
(Previously published in practically everything,)
They crcc:hed on tl1e hi I I with their knoGS in the sand, 5efcrc --t·.e:-. "The rnon of the western land~ y:avered. Tht:· tr1<:"J ,:._·f tho'?- Sun-~:ingdom stood on each side of them, The nc.: Stcr, the sable Star holding the center.
Gold ''"S their color ,,•ith the star o'er their hcc<oh~ .. Prince stoc.d with cuo,nnar 1;altlng to die. Bright wss the sun! igh·r and green were the m::>uniai:·,·: Proudly they stood and 1otJd challenged the foe.
The \'/est v:cu I d not answE:r- them 1 moved to each side c)f -: heui, Fell be:>· :,, +ear of the gold and black Star; Attackcj 1 i r-st their comrades, the men of the Sun-~:i n~1dcm; Brave r·~·r. fell lifeless upon either flank.
The center held steadfast while three times their number Broke on thair shield-wall and fell to their blades. Dukes, knights, and corrmoners stained the sand crimson; High pilej the bodies and hindered their way.
Slowly, o~ slowly, the shleld-wal I crumbled; By b(oody i r.·:hes i'il<e black Star gave way, At last i'ro·2',' here ~11 dead, and many died 1dth them, And a feh bettered fighters of the West held the field.
loud are 'ThE dirges in the \'lest-kingdom castles, Our ladies cry softly with pride in their tears. They hole Hoe vici'or·y, but we hold the glory, As we rica chrough i'he rrountains, our faces i'm:<"·cJ home.
I~Y GHOD, H0\'1 THE M::li-IEY ROLlS IN
Tivar Moondragon
or, \'I hat vie Did to the T.R.F. This Year!
Some of tr.~e "'~s 11 eaZZy true!
Tune: Hy God, How the Honey J'c lls In l~erak la Tisserande
We load~j f~e boffers wit~~ chalr1-r~~~ I To make su~E thet s0:~~ fool wo~ld ~in,
~e even :ut ~rsESe on the logs --
Sir £itronn hB ~tra2dled the log A-w&2rln 1 t1is legs mede of tin
t<y GT:.:, f.:>o,.; the m:Jney rol Is inl There's no way for that knight to lo••
l<y Ghod, ho>.' the r.':>ney rolls in!
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R.::. I ! ~ ; ;·,, r·c I Is, i r1, r.~y .:=:-·:..:, h.:1-.' t!tf" r·"':.'r.;:.y rolls in, rolls in, Rolls ir,, rolls ir., r.~y (;~:·:, ... 1:··~.· th;.-:. r:·.:-r;~y rc-Jis in.
NY GHOD, HOh' THE M:JNEY ROLLS n; ( oontir1ue:/)
Jan~t has a metal detucior It' I I ring for the head of a pin She searches the hay fu: quarters
l~y Ghod, ho•· i he• rnow·y ro I Is In.
Tivar's out posing for pictures WeBring a big sl I ly grin !i.e ·then holds the camera for rans'"''•
l·ly Ghod, how the money ro I Is in.
The swashers were buckling in melee A-whlppln' their wires so thin And then we a I I I ooted the bodIes
t~y Ghod, how the w.mey ro I Is In.
F I GHT SOI·i3
Tl;is one just had to be.
Tune: The Eyes of Texas
Uerak took bets on the melees The odds that she gave were a sin And Telbyrne Is singing for o~e•t1
t•11Y Ghod, hov.· the money ro! ! • i r
The Vlkins 1'8re guarding th,, :i Well, that was ho• It becan They called it a "Protectior. .. ,;
t:.y Ghod, ho"· the rroney ro I Is i r
Melusine "h'hi. tcr~c ·.
1% w i I I fight for Ansteorra, Land of the Lone Star, vie will fight for Ansteorra, near home as well as tar •
• Do not thinf: you can escape us, cur loyalty's not torr.; 1•/e >~iII f i>JI-.-1 for Ansteorra, till Gabriel blows his. horn.
Herald, won't you ca I I, Herald, Herald, won't you ca II my name? Herald, ~<on'"t you ca II, Herald, Me i"o fight today.
Some•·here there's a meleEo, Our enemy wil I yield. For peace they wl II pray As >~e take the field
A-singing,
won't
won't
Rape, loot, pillage, and burn,
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Rape and loot and pi I !age 2~d burn; Rape, loot, pi !I age, and burn, For home they wl"I'J soon yearn.
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COf<O:<El LIST
Seems Zi):[, !Je 'll be ha:>i>ip C' :;:·; Toul'neys in May, t!JonJh.
Tww: April Sliuv.ocrs Norak la Tisserande
\•/hen lip~ i I tour r:eys, they come your ••ay, Th<ey [,- i ng the Tan I st who 1 II ru I e S0 v.·her. ~hey're fi?hting, have no regrr.<":;, li isn't Just a list, you knov.•, It's rl~~tion b)' violence.
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And ;;/,en you see blood upon the field, So ~eep on lookin;: for the Tanist, You Ylhenever /\pr i I -tc~Jrneys cor-,e a long.
You 1 I I knov: that someone has. I ost his sh i e I d know it \~'on 't be long,
A SO JIG OF THE II, I GHTY Of<ll,
Aw>the2~ taZ6 of c TnonMeZl man!
Oh, well rr.ay you sing of your brave Celtic king Or wandering Mongo Is so dread
But tlre1·e 1 s none quite so bo I d Whee steel's drawn and cold
As the shield-bitinq Orm, cal led the f<ed. ' -
So stron?, l0on, ':r.;i i'a II; he 1 s a head at,c.ve a I I When he stan~s in the midst of the fray,
And the good sword he wields 1</i II hcve clovPC> some shields
Ere he res1s at tt,~ end of the day.
Frcn1 (lesta and The Phoeni.~ Suleszka von Pferdenthal
Oh, he's fierce in e fight, and there's many a knight Who has felt the sharp cut cf his blade,
And it's only a few, And they, brave and true,
Who wi II face Onr. i'he f<ed undismayed.
When men see his device, their souls turn to ice, For renowned is toe strength of his .:ord,
And one savage blow At his venTuresome foe
.Sends.the mac to his final re~erd.
Oh} he s-Talks tr-.rGugh the_ fi~!::, h'i~h his blue eyes alight With Just for ihs ~attle ar1e~r!,
And Y. ith sv::.r.: r;:- •n·ii'h C/(:
He' I I dee! ~lgt1ty whacks 'Ti II a II ,.;~c opv:se hirr. are dead.
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A SO/.''J OF THE MIGJI1'Y OR'·: I conti>med)
vlher. the melee Is dono t·cld the battle Is won, He stands with his sl.icl.: r.!dt and chewed
/·.nd the• grass is siain 1d red h'ith ;he, t•lood of tt.c dead
That his shar~ axe has rended and hewed,
C>, .,ell may you sing, of your brc'lC Celtic king c- ·l':t:nder in~ t ... ,::.ngo Is so dread,
3~t there's none auite so bold h~en siePI 1s draw~ and cold
As the shield-biting Orm, cal led the Red.
THE RULER OF ALL I SEE
i'ei; a.Y~the..~ out of Meridies I
'!:o:q: (It's by Gilbert & Sullivan)
vihe~ I ;,•as young, I served a term AS cacir, boy to a Viking firm. I raised the sails and pulled at the oar,
P.r.d poll shed up the dagger of the great Warlord I polished up the dagger so carefully Tnat no1·,' I am the ruler of all I see.
As cac 1 n b::Jy made such a mode I That they soon me a junior warrior. I s;:ae. throu:_oh blood and waded through gore And cleavej ""•\' foeman with a great \Yar swonl,
I c I ea'>•e:' "'Y foeman so carefu I I y Thot no;; I arr. the ru I er of a II I see,
In cleaving foes I made such a name, That a. hero I soon became. I wore soft !eether and an Iron shlri, And with axe I caused great hurt.
And with my axe I hurt so free Tha~ n:>w I am the ruler of all see.
Of ;;~r II ke mcnners I acqCJ'i red such a grip I led out warriors in my own ship. And that tiny ship I do d~e~ Was the best ship I h2d ever· seen.
A~d that tiny ship so suited rne Thst nc'·d I err, it,e ruler of all I se<=.
Starhelm Warlod.•
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THE RULE.r:· OF I.LL I SEE ( c::n-;t.i~::a::!.)
I grew sc; bold that I was secli To burn c bish~Drlc in t~en7, 1\nd s i nee the: i i rr.~o i- hct f~ome (! i d fa I I Did a cr.;e.ftcin goin suer, lo::>i and all?
Anc ~n:;i kind of loot so suited me Th;~·. n::;"· I ""' the ru I er of a II I seE,
Nov.· bart::::rions ell, v:herever you may be If you'c I ike to rise ~c the top of the tree, If your soul's no7 fetj,·~e:: to a peasant's hoe, Get yourself an a>:e, shi(•ld and bow,
And with such tools, make yourself free Uni i I you're the ru I ;o,c of a I I you see.
A TRAGICAL TALE
A !!EJ!_ t;r·c:.aio tal.e iY'..deed! h'hat a fate for anl.ady.
When I rc::ie throug~ the heather The Spricg was in the air. I was'clcchc,d all in leather, And the >:inc! ble•·l Tl1rough my hair ..
The mare sh:s v1as rry chasEr: O'er wal Is end stree~s she'd bound, And I never cou I d rc~· Ieee her For her I ike l<as sc, I co,., found,
Afar I spied c sTranger All dusty fro!" tr.s r·cad; Ahorse I feared no danger, So boldly up I rode, . . The rnare Jul led up before hirn, And he loJked at me end s~l led. Though fcin I would ign:>re hirr:, Alas! I l<es bs3ui Jed . .. His doublet it ~as scar!e~, And his b-es-::res t:-.ey y,·.s-rE: ,,;[-,i-u, 'T' J-' h -o r ,;_rJr·' haSp c.~ f v.~- n~. \Q c1.
And his :-0(=~ ~~s ccurtly fa!r 11 \·.rl·1ere · :e yc-1 r.:.r., I _:)r::y thee, f-,nd rr.~·,.· i .;;-~-:::,.-7 v:-..: -:-r.er~?"
"I ride c.- -:-:·..-..:: . .:~~· t~.' '--,:::ley f.. I I 1:-. y ·.'= ~ s::: I = ~ :. .. i .:, s ·:- £· ;
T i s I c-:- ~ I ! !' ·..: = '7 ;-.,: -1- c: 2 i l .. •• .~. I'
From GeF7·~ Suleszk.a von Pferdenti·
Then my rnare began to sturnbl e, And I kne;: not what to do. Then up sPak& he, rnost humble, "I believe she's lost a shoe."
At once the mere was halted, I'd no vii sh to do her harm.-Do••n froo: h"'r back I vaulted And I landeo in his arms.
"I !•ii-!)' you, sir, unhcnd rr,e, Fer I must tend to my mare, ?I ease try to understand rne; I must see to her ca1·e,"
He sf>read his cloak bensoth a tree, He laid me ~own with care; And when he'd had ·his wll t of me,· HE R::!DE O"F O:l liY f.\A,RE!!!
He couldn't take my maldenhe~d, It's lote t~:::r· tr·.at, of course, But 'i·~~s v~ry vile to 'take insi~~d 1-1y very fcv.:rite horse.
So now I seek him e\'ery~here ~·t'ith feet c:lC heart full sore. 11 1! be cvr::··:;:s~ for this affclr Thou:;h i~ -7-:::kG fprevenr,::re.
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'J·uYi'"-': hue kJ (: dn\·:n • \·H nso cki
Vlnen your lite's In danger, armor up! For a lady 1 s honor, V.'On 1 t you armor up? For a real good f i~h'i", for a show of m1t: 1,l,
Godfrey de la Fosse
Toss the slove, kiss your lady, tht:'n ~v (!~i and orrror up!
ANACHROI~ I ST 1 S LN-~ENT
A ·-' h 1 t , c ' .J.. b I n.:~ e s r....? even a uOO'I.,.cvy men e~. From Oil, h1hat a lieo:utifu~ CoVel'!
Tune: Greensleeves
Alas, my lady, you drive me mad As you sing your song without cecsiqg; 1\),;_;n y<>u are near that Is a II I hear Acj my patience is slowly decreasing.
'Greensleeves, is that all you know? On the lute to pluck, on the pipes to blow; If you do not change your tune, I fear soon you wi I I be black and blue sleeves.
