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I learned this one from a very drunk duchess at Pennsic. For some reason she found this one quite funny that night. It is sung to the tune of "head, sholders, knees and toes"

helm, pauldrons greaves and spurs greaves and spurs.
helm, pauldrons greaves and spurs greaves and spurs.
visor gorget breastplate cup.
helm, pauldrons greaves and spurs greaves and spurs

There are hand motions and your voice must go up an octave when you say cup. But seeing two duchesses and a baronness do this was quite hilarious

The scotsman, lots of the Whiskey bards stuff

Too lazy to see if this has been posted already...

Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl
(as "original version" as I know...)

Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern
Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern
And they decided to
And they decided to
And they decided to
Have another flagon!

Chorus:
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
For tonight we'll merry, merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober!


Here's to the man who drinks water pure and goes to bed quite sober (2x)
He falls as the leaves do fall (3x)
He'll die before October



Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed quite mellow (2x)
He lives as he ought to live (3x)
For he's a jolly good fellow



Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother (2x)
She's a very foolish girl (3x)
For she'll not steal another



Here's to the girl who steals a kiss and stays to steal another (2x)
She's a boon to all mankind (3x)
For she'll soon be a mother



Here's to Phillip, King of Spain, a monarch fine and able (2x)
See his shining, golden plate (3x)
On Francis Drake's new table! (we replace Francis Drake with "Captain Connor"--this verse is easy to modify to fit your group, especially pirates or people who hate the Spanish)



Here's to Phillip, King of Spain, beneith his golden crown (2x)
See his proud and mighty fleet (3x)
All fifty fathoms down



that's all the verses I can find... but I'm sure there are more.

Also, there's Nelson's Blood. This song is generally improvised, and can be as dirty--or as clean--as you want. Households often have special lines that they do all the time. I know mine does...

Though it has its own tune, Nelson's Blood can be sung to the tune of Drunken Sailor if you don't know it.

Nelson's Blood

Oh, a drop of nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a drop of nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
Oh, a drop of nelson's blood wouldn't do us any harm
And we'll all hang on behind


Chorus:
And we'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
We'll roll the old chariot along
And we'll all hang on behind

It continues like this with "drop of nelson's blood" replaced with... anything! "a roll in the hay," "another swig of rum," "a date with your mom," "a plate of Irish stew" or anything pleasant.

My fav's are "Naughty Young Maids of An Tir", "Old Time Religion", Ball of Ballinor", and "Roll your Leg Over"... there's so many other good ones, those were just the ones that popped into my brain first!

Oh, the Ballad of Pennsic IV! heart
I feel that I should share this, because one of the recordings of it has some misinformation imbedded into the song, and though the artist has been corrected, the CD is fairly popular. In (Moonwulf) Micheal Longcor's recording of The Ballad Of Pennsic IV, he tells the story of how Duke Aanghais Dubh McTaurgh (pronouced Angus) got stuck in the mud. All verisions of the story that I've heard agree that Angus was hit with such force that he fell back against a sapling, which rather than breaking, snapped back and launched Aanghais face-first into the infamous mud. Aanghais, who in a time of freon helmets was wearing a pig-faced bassient, found himself stuck, unable to push himself up, for his arms would also get stuck, and seeing the water filter in through his eye slots and approach his face.
Here's where the stories differ.
Moonwulf, who didn't witness this particular fight; spent many years telling of how two burly squires took him by the shoulders and pulled him out of the mud. In his defense, I understand that did happen at a later event in Meridies. But it didn't happen at Pennsic IV.
Earl sir Ælfwine, my dear departed father; who was at Pennsic on his honeymoon; told the story like this. Ælfwine, seeing his dear friend in distress, lying in the mud in danger of drowning, ran up and "broke the suction with his foot".
Aanghais says Ælfwine kicked him in the head.

And as for the beehive, it was in fact, also kicked. You see, at that time, Anchos ap Annlaudd could get away with going into battle wearing a helmet, blue speedos, a kidney belt, and woad. It seems neither the marshels nor the ladies minded. So he did. As he was tromping through the woods battle, he came across a beehive full of rather angry insects, and as he was more or less bare he freaked out and made the intellegent choice to get it the hell away from him.
I have no conclusive evidence whether or not that was into a crowd of oncoming midrealmers or not.

New song! This was written by Isaac Dealer of clan darksail.


Black Canvas Bag - Sung to the tune of “Black Velvet Band”

In a nice little place they call Bedlam,
Apprenticed in trade I was bound
And many an hour of sweet happiness
I spent beating loonies around.
Till bad misfortune befell me
And caused me to beat an old hag
And then I cut off her ragged head
And stuffed it in a black canvas bag

Her eyes were cloudy and milky
You could still see the marks from my hands
And her head cut off at the shoulders
Wrapped up in a black canvas bag

Well, I went out strolling one evening
Not meaning to go very far
When I met a pretty young damsel
She was selling her trade in a bar.
Then she took me up to her bedroom
And opened my breeches which sagged
My emotions they did overcome me
And then her head joined with the hags.

Their eyes were cloudy and milky
You could still see the marks from my hands
And their heads cut off at the shoulders
Wrapped up in a black canvas bag

Well I ran out of there quickly
Into the next pub I did crawl
And then I drank but had no money
So the pub keeper wanted to brawl.
We grappled and then he did punch me
And then by my collar I was dragged
Then the pub keeper called for the watch
When he saw what I had in my bag

Their eyes were cloudy and milky
You could still see the marks from my hands
And their heads cut off at the shoulders
Wrapped up in a black canvas bag

Well the pub keeper’s head joined the others.
And the watches head joined in the feast.
Then a mob they did overcome me
To take me to the parish priest.
Now the priest he said he could help me
As over my head his palms laid.
And as he prayed for salvation
I reached up and cut off his head.

Their eyes were cloudy and milky
You could still see the marks from my hands
And their heads cut off at the shoulders
Wrapped up in a black canvas bag.

The rector then called for the bailey
And then in the jail I was bound.
When before the judge and the jury
Of murder me guilty they found.
The executioner sharpened his axes
And up to the block I was led.
Then with one mighty swing of his weapon
I was relieved of my head.

My eyes were cloudy and milky
A fitting demise to be had
And my head cut off at the shoulders
Wrapped up in a black canvas bag