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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:06 pm
Ive been working on getting a booklet together of songs I'v done/helped do or songs that I REALLY like.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:07 pm
Oh bring back my bottle to me
By: Ellena
Music: "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean"
My lord has taken my bottle
My bottle full of mead
My lord has taken my bottle
Oh, bring back my bottle to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back my bottle to me to me
Oh bring back bring back
Oh bring back my bottle to me
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:10 pm
Oh come all ye Bards
By: Medb and Ellena
To the tune of 'Oh Come All Ye Faithful'
oh come all ye bards
joyful, full of song
come all ye populace of An Tir
come share your poems
entertain with playful tunes
oh come sing us a song
oh come sing us a song
oh come sing us a song
joyful bards
oh carry a tune
sing it for the royals
sing it for all the people lord and serf
Sing it aloud
sing it for all to hear
oh come sing for the people
oh come sing for the people
oh come sing for the people
joyful bards
oh drink all ye bards
drink ye self merry
drink 'till ye can not stop
ye joyful songs
toast to the bards
fill their mugs with ale and mead
oh drink ye self merry
oh drink ye self merry
oh drink ye self merry
joyful bards
oh don't tire now
continue with the song
sing it for all the ladies
still not to bed
sing for the wenches
who have not yet tired of your songs
Oh sing for the women
Oh sing for the women
Oh sing for the women
joyful bards
Oh stay and sing
Sing for all the men
Praise the new champions
Of near and of far
Sing for the squire
Who’s to become knight
Oh sing for the men
Oh sing for the men
Oh sing for the men
Joyful bards
Oh keep up thy song
For all to hear
Oh sing for the quite ones
Who can not sing
Sing for the loud
The loud that we don’t want to sing
Oh sing for peace
Oh sing for peace
Oh sing for peace
Joyful bards
Oh sing for the parents
Who’s children will not sleep
Oh sing for the quit
Of this camp
Oh sing for the old
Sing for the young
Oh sing for the quit
Oh sing for the quit
Oh sing for the quit
Joyful bards
Oh sing for the couples
Who want just one last dance
Dance all marry couples
Till the morn draws near
Dance till ye tire
By the heat of the fire
Oh sing so they can dance
Oh sing so they can dance
Oh sing so they can dance
Joyful bards
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:12 pm
Fate of the miller town
By: Ellena
To the tune of 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'
The legend lives on from the old miller town
Told by the big bloke they call Henry
The lass, it is said, never gives up her name
When the guys of the mill town turn horny
With the men after her she went down to the shore
To escape to her best friends lover
That young wench then did the worst thing ever
And slept with her best friends lover
Her best friend found out and then kicked them all out
She felt so betrayed by her lover
She ran to her dad who then started the hunt
For the son who had betrayed him most deeply
The lover stayed but the lass did she run
When she heard the horses come charging
She ran to woods and she hid in a cave
Where a big bear did nest with her cubs
The lass gave a cry; it was the last sound she made
The miller town never did morn her
The daughter and lover did wed the next day
And everyone from the area attended
The wedding was grand and the lord held them close
Protected form any new intruders
Her father was glad she had married this lad
For he knew he wouldn’t last much longer
The father did die two moons after that night
From a curse an old witch cast upon him
He first lost his bone, and then lost his old home
That had been past on for many a generation
But the father did pass one small lesson on
Never to trust things to fate
For she is a mistress and a very strong foe
When you bet with your young daughter’s life
The daughter was with child and had a great fight
With the man that had passed on his seed
The child it is said was very deformed
And this drove the daughter to leave
The husband did cry when his wife left his side
And found out that she killed the child
She was then known as the witch of the old miller town
And was said to have started the cures
She told the people that she was the one
That had placed the curse on her family
She did start the curse when her mother died
When she was just a wee little girl
This just goes to show that you never do know
When you might pass by a young witch
So keep your kids close and hold your torch high
And cast a light on the unknown
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:13 pm
found online that I just love><
A grazing mace
Music: "Amazing Grace"
A grazing mace, how sweet the sound
That staved a wretch like thee.
I once was squire but now am peer,
'Twas serf but now am free.
'Twas a mace that taught thy heart to fear,
A mace my fears relieved.
How precious did that mace appear,
The hour I first believed
Though many tourneys, moils and wars
I have already fought,
A mace has brought me safe thus far,
A win is all I've sought.
Now I've been in a thousand fights,
And won more than my share.
A mace has brought me safe thus far;
A mace shall see me home.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:15 pm
Another one that I just really like (im sorry that i cant find who made them thought)
THE SHIRE MARSHALL CRIES
Music: "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing"
Hark, the shire Marshall cries,
Come and practice all you guys.
You must go and hit the pell,
Or I'll yell, and yell, and yell.
I will rant and I will rave,
I will bore you to the grave.
Come on guys, come out and fight.
And this time try to do it right.
Hark, the shire Marshall cries,
Come and practice all you guys.
Hark, the shire herald cries,
But no-one listens to those guys.
They've got nothing good to say,
But they'll say it anyway.
Hope that your names not too long,
For they'll always get it wrong.
Walk into the feast at night,
Pray to BOD they'll get it right.
Hark, the shire herald cries,
But no-one listens to those guys.
Hark, the shire seneschal cries,
Thinks he's really good and wise.
But he couldn't organise
A chook as a raffle prize.
He will plan and he will plot,
Gets the blame for the damn lot.
It is really such a shame,
The seneschal must take the blame.
Hark, the shire seneschal cries,
Thinks he's really good and wise.
Hark, the shire fighter cries,
Sad because he always dies.
He goes out to fight the rest,
But he comes off second best.
Last time he went out to fight
All the crowd laughed at the sight,
He has such a scrawny build,
Couldn't even lift his shield
Hark, the shire fighter cries,
Sad because he always dies.
Hark, the shire peasant cries,
Sad because he cannot rise.
Wants an office, yes it's true.
He will take from me or you.
Really hates his one word name,
Makes him want to die of shame.
Even steal an AoA
Just to have it for a day.
Hark, the shire peasant cries,
Sad because he cannot rise.
Hark, the shire gossip cries,
'Cause no-one believes her lies.
She lets us know what's going on
But she always gets it wrong.
Knows about the King and Queen,
Not a thing that goes unseen.
Tells us everything she's heard,
But don't repeat it word-for-word.
Hark, the shire gossip cries,
'Cause no-one believes her lies.
Hark, the shire minstrel cries,
Sad because his song don't rhyme.
In every single verse he writes
No matter how hard he tries he just can't seem to
get the lines to scan.
All his songs are in good taste,
Which is just as CENSORED well.
He has got a real good voice,
Which goes real good with his good songs.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:22 pm
and again got it on line
VIKING MEN
Lyrics: Anonymous
Music: "Jingle Bells"
Dashing through the town, our firebrands burning bright,
Striking foemen down, setting things alight
Swords on axes ring, making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing a SLAYING song tonight!
Chorus (line two increments every verse)
We're Viking men, Viking men, plundering your shore
Another dragon ship sails in dispatching twenty more.
We're Viking men, Viking men, axes red with gore.
Shouting out our battle cries and singing praise to Thor
See your harbor fair, filled with our dragon ships
See men with flame-red hair, and foam on bearded lips
We come at break of day, to depredate your land,
And then, when we have gone away no unburnt building stands.
Chorus (Another dragon ship sails in dispatching forty more.)
We're carrying away whatever we admire
Your forces to delay, we've set the rest on fire.
With you we've had our will and varied was your cost
We sacked the convent on the hill and more than gold was lost.
Chorus (Another dragon ship sails in dispatching sixty more.)
There is one simple way to keep us from your shore
If you'll but Danegeld pay. We'll be your friends once more.
This act you will not rue, you'll have no cause to fear
Until the next installment's due, when we come back next year.
Finale
We're Viking men, Viking men, plundering your shore
A fleet of dragon ships sails in dispatching thousands more.
We're Viking men, Viking men, axes red with gore.
Shouting out our battle cries and singing praise to Thor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:47 pm
(hehe, score I made it into the Booklet) biggrin I'm Medb by the way for those who didn't know
and do I get props for helping you with the 'Fate of the miller town' ? blaugh
also - I've written a song-type lyrical, but I don't have a tune for it yet - so next time we meet, you are helping me with it okay? heart
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 3:56 pm
Naito_Mitsukai (hehe, score I made it into the Booklet) biggrin I'm Medb by the way for those who didn't know and do I get props for helping you with the 'Fate of the miller town' ? blaugh also - I've written a song-type lyrical, but I don't have a tune for it yet - so next time we meet, you are helping me with it okay? heart oh yea I kinda forgot that you helped with the 4th verse... but she did help to^^ as for the new one, Deal^^
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 8:08 pm
lolz that was a fun conversation!! xd
me: 'okay .... what's it about'
you:.... sweatdrop **forget what you said**
me: ~reads~ okay, so basically the girl backstabes her friend, marries the guy, her father's cursed and dies ..... ok ... now happy or depressing ending?
you: ~thoughtful contemplation~ ..... depressing! biggrin
me: OKAY!! biggrin ~writes down ideas~ .....okay ... is it okay if the guy dies too? biggrin biggrin biggrin
you: sure! xd
me: AWESOME! ... ~writes more~ .... ok now .... ~writes it into verse-style~ now take this and reform it to fit how you want! biggrin
you: awesome!! thank-you!
me: anytime!! i love helping with these things
~~huggles here~~
rofl that was awesome!! <3
::Edit::
~re-reads the song~
WOH!! YOU TOTALLY CHANGE THE SONG FROM LAST I READ IT! eek eek
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 8:15 pm
north_of_nita and EVERY An Tir maid must know this song The Naughty Young Maids of AnTir Chorus: Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny, Let's give a cheer, Let's give a cheer for the maids of AnTir! Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny, Let's give a cheer, For the Naughty Young Maids of AnTir! The girls of Trimaris Are hot where their hair is And so's a Meridies maid. The girls of the Middle Will cuddle. A little. But AnTir is where you'll get laid. If you like round asses, Try out Eastern Lasses For bosoms you'll have to go West. But if you crave thighs And passionate sighs The wenches of AnTir are best. Out in Atenveldt They'll go down on a Celt, But in Ansteorra they bite! Out in Calontir They screw _once_ a year But in AnTir they screw every night! (Or is it knight? Drachenwald girls Will do it for pearls, Atlantians do it for jade. But is you crave dames Like consuming flames Try an AnTirian maid. In Caid they'll put out For a flagon of stout. Outlanders do it for mead. But here, in AnTir, They buy YOU the beer And give you whatever you need! lolz it's night!! xd BUT YOU'RE MISSING VERSES!! crying and they're out of order! *tear* crying "you'll get laid" is 2nd last, and screw every night is the last verse!! xd
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 8:51 pm
its how i found it, i didnt hear it all that well at the fire. I had to help my mom
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 9:05 pm
Hokeday: Here's two which I've personally written. Even if nothing happens to me, I can filk with the rest of them!
In this one, add "Them" as another note as obviously as you can. It's funnier that way. What do you want, I was about fifteen when I wrote this.
How Can I Keep -Them- from Singing?
At midnight nears, I must retire
and to my bed I'm winging
I pull my sheets over my head
How can I keep -them- from singing?
The night goes on in endless song
Praising all creation
The voices fill my aching skull
How can I keep -them- from singing?
The night goes on in endless song
And as my sheets I'm flinging
A glow of dawn does tint the sky
How can I keep -them- from singing?
At campfires and parties wild
Their voices still are winging
When bards by keys are undefiled
How can I keep them from singing?
At Harper's fair, I'll tell thee now
That I've both laughed and wept
But if you were singing last night
Don't ask me how I slept
I've lost the orignal words. This was in Carved in Granite, with a different line here. If anyone can remember what it is, I'll toast them forever.
...
This one is more recent. It's a filk of "Boys of Summer", which rocks my socks off in mundania.
Boys of Pennsic
Nobody in the bog
Nobody on Bow Street
My brain is melted slush
My body's half-cooked meat
Empty camp, empty site
I drop my tent alone
I'm walking by your camp
Though I know you've gone home
But I can see you, your chainmail shining in the sun
You've got your sword arm up and your helmet is on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of Pennsic have gone
I never will forget those knights
The way they made their armor gleam
Remember how they made you crazy?
Remember how I made them scream?
I don't understand what happened to my camp
When I get back next year
These socks will still be damp
I can see you, your chainmail shining in the sun
I see you running real fast and swinging at everyone
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of Pennsic have gone
Out on the road today, I saw a Dark Horde Sticker on a Cadillac
A little voice inside my head said: "Time to go back,
Yeah, I've gotta get back"
You think you know what garb is?
What do you know?
Bad prints weren't period, never
You should just let it go
But I can see you, your chainmail shining in the sun
You've got your hood pulled back and woad painted on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
After the boys of Pennsic have gone
I can see you, your chainmail shining in the sun
You've got your sword arm up and your helmet is on, baby
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong
Af-ter the boys of Penn-sic have gone!!!
...
You can blame both of these on AElfthryth the cat of the East.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 9:20 pm
Those are awsome Kittywitch
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