campfire time

[Naito_Mitsukai]

Snaebjorn

The writer just recently released the rights to writing down "Born on the Listfield" which was done publically on the SCA-Bards list. (Wonderful list for those like me who love the bardic arts).

He would prefer if it was still passed on by voice. Amazingly enough he feels that the experiment failed as there really is so little variation on the wording. People were so impressed with him never wanting it written down that nearly everyone just memorized the original. *laughs* Rather impressive.

I could post the words if people are truly interested in seeing it.

Ah, yes - I havn't seen many varriations on the words, but I have noticed some on the tune.

And there was one version, a woman from our shire (moved now unfortunatly) had sang it - but a woman was the character in the song. And I loved it - it was the first time I'd ever heard it. But she'd also changed a couple of the words along with the sex of the character. It was really beautiful. She said she'd teach it to me, but unfortunatly she moved away before she got the chance! crying  

[Nerienda]

A song I have heard in the distant past, penned by Lorelei Greenwood, about my home group...

Malagentia
(sung to "Constantinople" by They might Be Giants, with apologies)

It rains a lot here in Malagentia.
No parking spots here in Malagentia.
You might get caught here in Malagentia,
If the mud won't let you go on home,
You might be here til the fall of Rome! (the NEXT one)

The rain is cold here in Malagentia.
The Crown is gold here in Malagentia.
The Knights are bold here in Malagentia.
If cold bold Knights are what you please
All covered in mud up to their knees.

We give what-for here in Malagentia.
When we go to war here in Malagentia.
We find Gregor here in Malagentia.
He heals us of all our aches and pains
So we can go out and fight again!

Our Herald’s great here in Malagentia.
Lets us sleep late here in Malagentia.
And Mead’s the bait here in Malagentia.
A dead-drunk Herald can’t move on
To waken us all at the crack of dawn.

The King doth rule here in Malagentia.
He is no fool here in Malagentia.
We think he’s cool here in Malagentia.
He’s kind to his commons and his royals
And after wars he lets us share the spoils!

The mud is deep here in Malagentia.
The sky doth weep here in Malagentia.
Then we die of heat here in Malagentia.
We soak, mud, and bake all through the day
And turn out looking like we’re folk of clay.

We Filk all day here in Malagentia.
We hafta stay here in Malagentia.
Now go away now from Malagentia.
We’re done singing this here silly song.
Now go on back home where you belong!  

[GaijinGuy36]

Okay, here's an old sea shanty I'll share with the Guild. I forget who first wrote it, but my dad used to have it on a whole album full of old sea songs. It's meant to be sung at a medium/slow pace. While not the most bouncy of songs, it's still a good late-night mellow song.

"High Barbary"

There were two lofty ships, from old England came.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
One was the Prince of Luther, and the other Prince of Wales.
Crusin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

"Avast then, avast then!" our gallant Captain cried.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"Man the bow and man the stern, and man wherever lookout be!"
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

"Well, there is naught ahead, and there is naught a-lee!"
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"But there's a lofty ship go windward, and she's blowin' fast and free."
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

"Ahoy then, ahoy then!" our gallant Captain cried.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"Are you a man-o-war or a privateer?" cried he.
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

"I'm not a man-o-war or a privateer!" cried he.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
"I am a lofty pirate ship, come lookin' for my fee!"
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

Then broadside to broadside, a long time we lay.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
Until the Prince of Luther shot the pirates' mast away.
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.

"Have mercy, have mercy!" the pirates then did plea.
Blow high, blow low, and so sail we.
But the mercy that we showed to them, we sank them in the sea.
Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.  

[Aribella_Adrieanna]

Here's one of the songs my dad and I love to sing on our way to events in the car:

Early One Morning

Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below;
"O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Oh fresh is the garden and gay is the garland,
I cull from the garden to bind on my brow.
"O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Remember the vow that you gave that night to Mary,
Remember you vowed to be true.
"O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

Remember the vows that you made to me so truly,
Remember the promise made beneath the willow tree
"Here! As I wonder! Here! As I wander!
Why must I here in sorrow remain?"

Thus sung the maiden her sorrow bewailing,
Thus sung the maid in the valley below;
"O don't deceive me,
O never leave me!
How could you use a poor maiden so?"

There's a second version, posted with the regular one here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_One_Morning

It's really cute, we'll do a harmony on the last bit. whee teehee!  

[Out to the Black]

Woot! Fire time! Must poke Runa in here.  

[Runa Whynd]

You called OttB? *Looks around* Yay! Bardic Fire!
This song was written by a lady from Northshield called Windreth. I encourage all females present to learn and and share this song. Especially lady fighters.

*To be sung loudly and roughly*
My Mother's Savage Daughter

chorus
I am my mother's savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
I am my mother's savage daughter
I will not cut my hair. I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
In the faces of cats, in the fall of feathers
In the dancing of fire, and the curve of old bones

chorus

My mother's child dances in darkness
And sings heathen songs by the light of the moon
And watches the stars, and renames the planets
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom

chorus

My mother's child curses too hard and too often
My mother's child laughes too loud and too long
And howls at the moon, and sleeps in ditches
And clumsily raises her voice in this song.

chorus

Now we all are brought forth out of darkness and water
Brought into this world through blood and through pain
And deep in our bones the old songs are waking
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain!

We are our mothers' savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones
We are our mothers' savage daughters
We will not cut our hair. We will not lower our-

We are our mothers' savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones
We are our mothers' savage daughters
We will not cut our hair. We will not lower our-

We are our mothers' savage daughters
the ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones
We are our mothers' savage daughters
We will not cut our hair. We will not lower our eyes.  

[Mrsbruhaha]

My Mother's Savage Daughter
a few things about that song...her name is spelled with a y (wyndreth)

it can also be sung with: and the crack of old bones

and why the hell do you have eyes as the last word? i have never in my life heard it sung with eyes as the last word. it's voices. we will not lower our voices.
it doesn't make much sense to me to suddenly change to words to the chorus at the very end. smile  

[Runa Whynd]

Ok, y. Forgive my spelling error. I make manny of them. As to the crack vs curve (I'm refering to the lyrics and nothing else.) line. I have seen and sung it both ways.

However, the last bit. Bu...buu..What? *is very confused*
You're the one that taught that to me. That's really how I heard you sing it. I always assumed it was to keep the meter. Voices, has an extra syllable whereas eyes suits in both meaning and length. Or do you just sing voices very truncated and it translates as eyes in my ears?  

[GaijinGuy36]

Okay, I've been looking around through different link-lists and I'm having almost no luck with lyrics for SCA songs. Can anyone help me out with the words for Sons of the Dragon and maybe Darkest Nightmare? Please?  

[GaijinGuy36]

As I wait for folks to get around to the guild's posts, here's a little something I thought I'd share. A re-tooling of an old filk I did a couple of years back. Enjoy!

Savage Father
A filk by Seamus "The Shameless" McGrail

Chorus:
I am my daughter's savage father,
and you'd best step lightly whenever I'm near.
I am my daughter's savage father,
and I'll not spare your hide if she comes home in tears.

My daughter's father, he is a savage.
He eschews feast-gear and eats with his hands.
He swills down his mead and when he belches,
it echoes and rolls all through the north lands.

Chorus

My daughter's father, he is a drinker.
He enjoys whiskey, mead, rum, and ale.
He drinks his friends right under the table,
where he leaves them to groan and complain into pails.

Chorus

My daughter's father, he is a fighter.
He employs greatsword or shield and mace.
And he will have the respect that you owe him,
or he'll lay his rattan right upside your face.

Chorus

Now he's drowned many suitors in darkness and water,
and it'll be long til his favor is won.
But come through Hell with your life and your honor,
and on some distant day he might just call you 'Son'.

Chorus X4