Drinking/War songs

[Little Spooch]

Shadows Kitten Lauryn

Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! I looooove this song! Though I sorta HAVE to know it, seeing as my dad is responsible for the story line to it (if I remember correctly, he told me about it a loooot so I should have it correct)... He was mad when someone used it when they were knighted before he did, too.... Needless to say, he's not going to use it anymore... Poor daddy...



Peasant Warrior
Written by Lady Rosalind Jehanne of Paradox Keep

Darn sister of mine!
gonk
YOU BEAT ME TO THE SONG!
lol

 

[GaijinGuy36]

CassiusD

Brigit the slave child

Who wrote that song and where might I find someone who knows the tune ? I'd much like to add it to my bard-in-a-book (written lyrics, for I've not a mind for words).

The writer is listed at the top of the song, Karen Unrein Kahan. As for where you might find someone who knows the tune, I know of at least one person who knows it, she camps with Rockhaven at Warriors and Warlords every year. That's still a ways off but if it's an event you go to you could ask at the bardic circle there. Other then her, if you bring the lyrics to bardic circles at other events you may find someone who knows it, I'm not sure. I guess I'm not really the person to ask about songs, I'm just trying to learn this one because I really like it.

Ahh, Mistress Wyndreth writes some very good songs. Her apprentice, Ingus, does her Berserker Song really well, and Savage Daughter is a classic. if you want more info, try www.savagedaughter.com  

[Solarie]

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  

[GaijinGuy36]

I'm not sure how period it is, but I have heard a fun drinking song called "Dublin O'Shea". Does anyone else know that one?  

[MorganOfCalafia]

The scotsman, lots of the Whiskey bards stuff  

[Berzerker_prime]

CassiusD

Brigit the slave child

Who wrote that song and where might I find someone who knows the tune ? I'd much like to add it to my bard-in-a-book (written lyrics, for I've not a mind for words).

The writer is listed at the top of the song, Karen Unrein Kahan. As for where you might find someone who knows the tune, I know of at least one person who knows it, she camps with Rockhaven at Warriors and Warlords every year. That's still a ways off but if it's an event you go to you could ask at the bardic circle there. Other then her, if you bring the lyrics to bardic circles at other events you may find someone who knows it, I'm not sure. I guess I'm not really the person to ask about songs, I'm just trying to learn this one because I really like it.

Life Blood is a popular song in the Northshield bardic circles, actually, written by Mistress Wyndreth Berginsdottir (that's her society name). I haven't been to a Northshield circle yet where it hasn't been sung. It's also commonly listed on the song sheet that gets printed for Pennsic every year. I find myself humming the tune a lot; it's right in my voice's sweet spot.

Sarah T. Foole.  

[Courtesan Brigitte]

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.  

[Felix OFlyn]

ZellyKat

i love The March Of Cambreadth by Heather Alexander...

I know I think that is one of the most amazing songs ever.  

[Saetril]

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!  

[Lady Pica]

"Pennsic IV" is fantastic. XD "Seven Drunken Nights in Space" and it may not be period, but "A-Ramboing" by Mercedes Lackey and Leslie Fish is hysterical.  

[Lady Rayya]

My favorite is by Andrew MacRob... it's Ghost Fighters of the SCA, or something like that.. its to the tune of Ghost Riders in the Sky...

I'm also a fan of the Song of the Shieldwall  

[Courtesan Brigitte]

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