Drinking/War songs

[MorganOfCalafia]

well damn I lost it... its called the creasent of caid its a shipy warish song i dont remember the lyrics though  

[JewelsSparkle]

At Rowany Festival 2005 I was involved in a "Travel Party"... where on the last night, we got drunk & went from Campsite to Campsite, singing, learning new songs & rounding up more people to join us.

Best. Fun. EVER!

Some song about not being Men & not Camels or Fish or Tents was our travelling song... we invented verses as the night went on....

Then we learned The Moose Song (yes, that one!) from some Vikings... there was one Viking Chick with a really pretty voice who knew about a million verses of that song (or so it seemed), so we invited her to join us in our travels & we went on.

It was great, we had packed plenty of alcohol but nearly every campsite recieved us with great pleasure, welocmed us into their main tents & gave us more alcohol, of many varying kinds.

I hope to do it again next year!  

[Naito_Mitsukai]

Norsedragoon

Ok quick question for you all what is your favorite SCA drinking or War song? If you can please post lyrics or a link. I just got to wondering today how many and what types of songs are now sung in the SCA.

I just like singing!! biggrin bardic fires heck yes! biggrin

my favorite song is The Highwayman i know all the verses should anyone like me to post them! biggrin

also i love "Dirty young Maids of An Tir" although i don't know the lyrics! sweatdrop  

[Kiria Delusional Kitty]

Ack! I can't believe nobody's put up "The Minstrel Boy" or "Born on the List Field" yet! They're my favorite war songs besides "March of Cambreth." *hunts up big book o' lyrics...*

The Minstrel Boy
(no clue who wrote it, sorry)

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him;

"Land of song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betray thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

The minstrel fell, but the foeman's steel
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he loved never spoke again,
For he tore its strings asunder;

And said, "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free;
They shall never sound in slavery."

--

Born on the List Field
(lyrics removed in compliance with author's wishes)  

[Not-So-Sweet Transvestite]

Old Macdonald's Deform Farm

Old MacDonnald had a Deform Farm, EIEIO
And on this farm he had a stuttering cow, EIEIO
With a m-m-m-moo here and a m-m-m-moo there, here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on this farm he had a dyslexic sheep, EIEIO
With an ab-ab here and an ab-ab there, here an ab, there an ab, everywhere an ab-ab,
Here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo,

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on that farm he had a lisping snake, EIEIO
With a hith-hith here and a hith-hith there, here a hith, there a hith, everywhere a hith-hith,
Here an ab, there an ab, everywhere an ab-ab,
Here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo,

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on that farm he had a hairlip dog, EIEIO
With a barf-barf here and a barf-barf there, here a barf, there a barf, everywhere a barf-barf,
Here a hith, there a hith, everywhere a hith-hith,
Here an ab, there an ab, everywhere an ab-ab,
Here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo,

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on that farm there was a degenerate frog, EIEIO
With a rub-it rub-it here and a rub-it rub-it there, Here a rub-it, there a rub-it, everywhere a rub-it rub-it,
Here a barf, there a barf, everywhere a barf-barf,
Here a hith, there a hith, everywhere a hith-hith,
Here an ab, there an ab, everywhere an ab-ab,
Here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo,

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on that farm he had a drug-dealing duck, EIEIO
With a crack-crack here and a crack-crack there, here a crack, there a crack, everywhere a crack-crack
Here a rub-it, there a rub-it, everywhere a rub-it rub-it,
Here a barf, there a barf, everywhere a barf-barf,
Here a hith, there a hith, everywhere a hith-hith,
Here an ab, there an ab, everywhere an ab-ab,
Here a m-m-m-moo, there a m-m-m-moo, everywhere a m-m-m-moo-moo,

Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO
And on that farm he had a terret's-syndrome chicken, EIEIO
With a cluck-cluck here and a cluck-cluck there, here a cluck, there a cluck, everywhere sh*t b*tch *ss f*ck,
Old MacDonnald had a deform farm, EIEIO  

[Arithrel]

Kiria Delusional Kitty

Ack! I can't believe nobody's put up "The Minstrel Boy" or "Born on the List Field" yet! They're my favorite war songs besides "March of Cambreth." *hunts up big book o' lyrics...*

Born on the Listfield is my favourite. smile However, I was under the impression that the lyrics were not supposed to be written down. That is what I have been told every time I hear it at a bardic fire.  

[Kiria Delusional Kitty]

Arithrel

Kiria Delusional Kitty

Ack! I can't believe nobody's put up "The Minstrel Boy" or "Born on the List Field" yet! They're my favorite war songs besides "March of Cambreth." *hunts up big book o' lyrics...*

Born on the Listfield is my favourite. smile However, I was under the impression that the lyrics were not supposed to be written down. That is what I have been told every time I hear it at a bardic fire.

Ack! I can't believe I forgot that. Should I take them down? redface  

[Not-So-Sweet Transvestite]

I picked this up at a war about a week ago, and I forgot most of it until tonight, when I heard a similar tune and remembered most of it. There's still a chunk missing, but it's a great song nonetheless.

Like many of my submissions, this may shock or offend smalls, parents of smalls, and crusaders, although seamen of any type should like it.

I don't know the title. Also, some of the words aren't really words but rather the lovely ren song-sounds that don't really mean anything. I've spelled them as best I can, but uniformity in spelling isn't period anyway. This song is one that's easy to get audience participation on, as the chorus is extremely simple. As with many drunk-audience songs, it sometimes helps to add a "singing..." in between verses and choruses to cue the dim and drunken.

Quote:

Chorus:
Turalai, turalai, turalai
Turalai, turalai-ay
Turalai, turalai, turalai,
Turalai, turalai-ay

The sailors they camp by the water
The captain he camps over here:
It's not that the land is much flatter,
But it's fifty yards closer the beer!

[chorus]

The sailors they screw in the bushes
The captain he screws in his tent.
It's not that he screws any better--
But he falls dead asleep when he's spent.

[chorus]

It is at this point that there is at least one other verse which I have forgotten. Something more about the sailors and the captain, but I can't remember anything more.

Quote:

The wenches hunt men at the tavern
The duchess hunts men at the dance
It's not that the men are much better
But it's dark so she might stand a chance!

[chorus]

 

[Arithrel]

Kiria Delusional Kitty

Arithrel

Kiria Delusional Kitty

Ack! I can't believe nobody's put up "The Minstrel Boy" or "Born on the List Field" yet! They're my favorite war songs besides "March of Cambreth." *hunts up big book o' lyrics...*

Born on the Listfield is my favourite. smile However, I was under the impression that the lyrics were not supposed to be written down. That is what I have been told every time I hear it at a bardic fire.

Ack! I can't believe I forgot that. Should I take them down? redface

Perhaps for Born on the Listfield-I'm not sure if the same thing applies to The Minstrel Boy. I don't know if I've ever heard that one, actually! Don't worry-everyone makes mistakes! smile  

[Hyratel Dragon]

Anybody got a copy of 'the torture song'? I brought it up during a 1verse, and everybody stared at me.

OT: Tuesday was my b-day. YAY!  

[Arithrel]

Bigfoot TI

Anybody got a copy of 'the torture song'? I brought it up during a 1verse, and everybody stared at me.

OT: Tuesday was my b-day. YAY!

Hmm..I don't know that song. I can ask around and see if I can find it, though!

Happy birthday!  

[Chibbi_Satan]

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[Chibbi_Satan]

Good evening all. I'm here to sing once agian. *bows* I hope my songs are enjoyed and praised as I do work hard to sing them so. *laughs* The next song I am to sing is called "The Wild Rover". Once again a Traditional song that no one knows the origins of.

Lords and Ladies, if you would be so kind.
I'm here once again to give a piece of my time.
If you will but hear me, I'll make you smile bright.
Cuz I'll be singing, and keep you up all D*mn night!

The Wild Rover

Quote:

I've been a wild rover for many a year,
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
But now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the rover
No never, no more.

I went down to an ale house I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, but she answered me "Nay.
Such custom like yours I could have any day."

Chorus

[Traditional version of this verse:]
So I pulled from my pocket a handful of gold
And upon the round table, it glittered and rolled
She said, "We have whiskey and beer of the best,
What I told you before twas only in jest!"

[Alternate, more contemporary version:]
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright,
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight,
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best,
For the words that you told me were only in jest."
[OR: And I'll take you upstairs, and I'll show you the rest."]

Chorus

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done,
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress me as oft times before,
I never will play the wild rover no more!

Chorus

Heh, btw, that first little bit about Lords and Ladies I just made up on the spot a couple years ago while singing the song for a Royal encampment by ways of introducing the song. I thought it was cute. sweatdrop

~Elexi Stormcrow  

[Not-So-Sweet Transvestite]

There are many Irish drinking songs. The Irish are a musical people. This one's my favorite, except the bit about no one caring for scotsmen. Bloody Irish.

"Another Irish Drinkin Song"
Da Vinci's Notebook

Gether 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let's all raise our glasses high for friends and family gone
ANd lift our voices in another Irish drinkin song!
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey till he wound up in a box
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes

Chorus:
Now everybody's died, so 'til our tears are dried
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinkin once again!

Me brother fought with Riley on the cliffs of Alderney
He took out his shillaly and he stabbed him in the spleen.
Crazy uncle Mike believed he was a leperachaun
In fact, he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone
When Michael Collins broke his neck it was a cryin' shame
He wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a scotsman so nobody gave a s**t!

[chorus]

Cleanliness is godliness, me uncle pat would sing
He broke his neck a-slippin on a bar of Irish Spring
O'Grady he was eighty, though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honey-moon when she got his Irish up
Connor lived in Ulster-town he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
Poor old Father Flannagen who left the lord's employ
Drunk on sacramental wine benieth the altar boy

[chorus]

Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the savior comes for me and you
He kills the cast of "Riverdance" and Michael Flatley too!

Now everybody's died, so 'til our tears are dried
We'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin once again!
We'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin once again!
Yes we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin once again!