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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Feb 24, 2018 16:18:59 GMT -6
*NEW*
"My Real Love" (original)
[3/4 quick paced Waltz time]
I've traveled all a-cross this land.
And before you I have come here to stand.
To earn a meal, I have had to steal
and took small things by quick, sleight of hand.
I have followed my roving trade.
In bedrooms I have snuck and I've stray'd.
With a smiling lass, I did trespass
and what great pleasure we surely made.
But of all the curvy trails,
to inspire songs and tales,
the lady who stayed, whose hold never did fade,
has the sharpest and deadliest nails!
She can make everyone feel quite frisky.
But her quick company's very risky.
She's distilled and is barreled, her flavor's unparalleled.
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
I wandered in-to Greyhawk City, and I chanced upon this very Inn.
I saw her and she was quite pretty. Soon my love for her it did be-gin.
Always thought myself as quite witty, 'til I drank from her well and was smitten.
I soon found my tongue taking pity. And my brain felt like it was frostbitten.
Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
We kissed our first kiss together. See, it happened in this very room.
Soon forgot all my mother's stern lessons, as I watched my love be-gin to bloom.
Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
When I found the coin purse was quite empty. She declined to pro-vide me more love.
For Whis-ky is one viscous lady, who'll take flight like a great mourning dove.
Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
Now the days to come, they're quite fewer.
And one day I just simply won't rise.
I'm here to sing praises,
and warnings in phrases,
to give guidance on amber-toned lies.
To taste the taste of her lips, I've debased and degraded my name.
I've stolen and lied, and many times cried, cause of my bloody hide.
I give warning so you'll shun that bane.
Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She's a smooth blended, peat-smell'n whisky!
Beware of her clever, strong grip. Your rash temper I'm trying to tame.
If you heedeth my tale, you'll surely prevail, and wake up not-in-jail.
This isn't a silly false claim.
She's a heartless and wicked lover. Your life, she will surely smother.
Hasten my call. For- it's- not- false- at- all.
(pause) What? Me change?
Nah! I would do all the same!
OH! Whis-ky! Whis-ky! Whisky-o Whisky!
She is a...
smooth blended...
peat smelling...
WHIS-KY!
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Feb 26, 2018 14:39:20 GMT -6
*NEW*
"Six Bells" (original)
[4/4 quick walking pace]
Did you hear that lads?! It's Six Bells!
Bring in the good ale Inn Keep, we only want good ale;
Bring it up quick and tap that cask, so the-court'n can prevail!
Deliver not that rough bread of brown, for that is made of bran.
Keep you that white bread loaf, dear friend, for we're a drinking clan!
Roll on up good ale Inn Keep, we'll only drink good ale;
All beer is the same, would be false to proclaim, it's dirty old wives' tale.
So keep your beef for wife and kin, for there is many bones.
If you try to serve that common beer we'll shout our weary moans!
OH!
Bring us in good ale Inn Keep, we only want good ale;
Bring it up quick with your might or by trick, 'fore the rain does turn to hail!
Don't provide us any bacon, Cook, for that is passing fat.
Just serve us good ale droughts, barman. Yes! Please pour us some of that!
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale, Provide us cold good ale;
You've run out of mugs? Well that's okay, to-the-brim fill an empty pail!
Roast us up no mutton, please, for that is often lean.
Nor try to give us any fish. They stink and-are seldom clean.
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
Don't hide it away, for an Em or a day, or your walls we'll surely scale!
Fry us up no eggs, Madam, for in-there are many shells.
Tell your-girls only serve good ale La-dy, and provide us nothing else!
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
Don't you dare run away, better heed what we say or you'll find dogs on your trail!
Offer us no butter man. It's made with many hairs;
To make-up for your jibe, we suggest to imbibe, best distribute it in pairs!
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
If the law comes this way and they take you away, for good ale we'll post your bail!
Ladle us-up no venison, for that's a stew, not brew.
If I eat that today, then I won't get my way, with the girl I want to screw!
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale, bring us in good ale;
Don't dare change the lot, from that prime that you've got, and it best not be flat, stale!
Give us none of the capon's flesh, not even roasted duck.
Good ale knows the way, at any part of day, to drive-on our lusty luck!
OH!
Bring us in good ale, good ale. See we're only served good ale;
As we stomp and we sing, before home you should bring, for I've lost my boot hobnail.
We say!
Bring us in good ale Inn Keep, we only... want... good ale...
Roll it up quick and tap that cask!
So the-court'n … can … prevail!
SIX BELLS!
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Feb 27, 2018 14:13:42 GMT -6
*NEW*
"Here's to the Health" (original)
[sung to the tune "Wheels on the Bus"]
Here's to the health of our Free City! Our Free City! Our Free City!
Here's to the health of our Free City and to all the lasses within, pretty!
Confusion to our enemies! Our enemies! Our enemies!
Confusion to our enemies! May they suffer deadly penalties!
We're all for one and we're for our land! For our land, we proudly stand.
We're all for one and we're for our land, let those not true, let them be banned.
Here's to the health of our Free City! Our Free City! Our Free City!
Here's to the health of our Free City and to all the lasses within, pretty!
He that will-not drink to our town, pass him round, up-and-down.
He that will-not drink to our town, we'll tar and feather the stupid clown.
Should he keep it up we'll burn his house, including each-and-every mouse.
Should he keep it up we'll burn his house, for he be the itchy-head crawling louse.
Here's to the health of our Free City! Our Free City! Our Free City!
Here's to the health of our Free City and to big lasses and those skinny!
If he comes back af-ter, we'll stretch his neck, his eyes the crows will surely peck.
If he comes back af-ter, we'll stretch his neck that nasty, rotting, stinking wreck.
Drink to our health we favorite kin, drink the drought right down a-gain.
Drink to our health we favorite kin, beware all those who disguise their sin!
Here's to the health of our Free City! Our Free City! Our Free City!
Here's to the health of our Free City and to all the lasses within, pretty!
We'll defend all the land with tooth and nail, clubs and stones, sword and flail!
We'll defend all the land with tooth and nail and we'll run you out and hunt your trail!
No matter your god we'll stand by true, let past bygones be done with you.
No matter your god we'll stand by true, with swords of steel and bows of yew.
Here's to the health of our Free City! Our Free City! Our Free City!
Here's to the health of our Free City and to all the lasses within, pretty!
Alternates:
- Here's to the health of our fair city ... and to all the lasses within there be.
- Here's to the health of our village town ... and to all the lasses there a-round.
- Here's to the health of our hamlet, fine ... and to all the lasses serving wine.
- Here's to the health of Poducca, fair … and to all the lasses living there.
- Here's to the health of Warisht by-the-sea … and to all the lasses within there be.
- Here's to the health of great Harby, fair … and to all the lasses living there.
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Mar 1, 2018 15:33:48 GMT -6
*NEW*
"Army Recruitment Song" (original)
[4/4 quick marching pace]
So you want to join the army, better listen now to this.
Ask anyone who's faced bat-tles, they're sure to reminisce.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, how I really wish I'd stayed home.
See we're soldiers in the army, you can see it in our eyes.
The Captain says we'll get our pay. He's always full of lies.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, I really want to go home.
The Sergeant shouts. The Captain rides. We march out of our boots.
Then we kill 'em dead at every turn thus ending the dispute.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, wonder how long to go home?
I grew up plowing in the fields. I thought my life was rough.
But since I joined this com-pa-ny, I found I'm not so tough.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, left soft beds there at my home.
My mother gave birth to me, the second son I am.
My brother's master of the farm, but he don't give a damn.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, earning gold coin for my home.
Old soldiers tell us stories, "When the trumpets call, we charge!
Don't worry lads, sure you'll be scared, in-your pants they'll be discharge."
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, mom cleans my clothes at my home.
You'll get old shitty rations, we live mostly off the land.
But if the cook should look away, his supplies are in our hands.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, there is good food at my home.
Sometimes I want to leave this bunch, and get myself some land.
But If I leave I'm sure I'll just come back and lend a hand.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, we all just want to go home.
You'll sleep on cold ground every night and march in snow with glee.
Because I'm frozen all the time, I have to squat to pee.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, the fire's warm at my home.
The-first night the Captain told us, "Tomorrow is the day.
Af-ter the battle's over, that's when you will get your pay."
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, just earning coin for my home.
The Captain thinks he's clever. He really feels he's right.
This way he'll only pay the lads who make it through the fight.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, want to race off to my home.
We fought and fought like cocks-and-dogs, the hill's a fighting ring.
"Keep up the fight, you bastard boys. Give the bards something to sing!"
HEY! I don't want no more of Army life, end-the-fight so I can go home.
Now that the battle's over, we've line up for our pay.
He knows if he don't give us coins, we'll surely march away.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, want to get some rest at my home.
Now-it's been ten harvests that I've missed and still I stay to fight.
I wonder what is wrong with me. I cannot sleep at night.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, will the battles follow me home?
I fight for my companions, these lads, they are the best!
We empty cups for fallen friends who've finally got their rest.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, bet it's too damn quiet at home.
If I am smart and save the coins, and not piss it away,
One day we'll all leave army life and march-off home to stay.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, can a tav-ern be a good home?
But battle-on, I earn my coin, on drink and whores I spend.
Each day that dawns could be our last, only then I'll reach the end.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, would ma even know me at home?
So if you love your ma and pa… If there's a lass you want to bed.
Once-you join up sons, you'll never leave. Then-one-day you'll find, you're dead.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life, the ground would then be my home.
A soldier's home is where he is. His family's right near.
His fighting-friends are the only cause he'll always hold most dear.
Oh I don't want no more of Army life!
Join right up and then you'll know…
Roll-up your sleeves, put on a show…
The scars and stumps earned long ago…
And then the thought will strike you low…
You would be lost without a foe…
And-that you'll never… ever… go…
Home!
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Mar 5, 2018 10:31:45 GMT -6
*NEW*
"Follow the Crows" (original)
[4/4 quick paced]
When I was a little lad I heard the stories.
(My-grandfather) would recite to us in language strong.
He said if we were good,
(And) we ate up all our food.
he'd tell us tales of battles fierce and bat-tles-lo-ong.
(He'd showed me) armor and displayed-all-of-his weapons.
(With) dings and dents from blows that had just missed.
(And with eyes) wet and moist,
(He gave) past friends back their voice,
(Speaking) of his days-of-old with hands clenched in-to-fists.
Explaining how the-fight rolled across the hillside.
Then down into the glens it would turn and skirt.
"And it raged for most the day."
(He would) nearly always say
(That night) then tend the dead and also mend the hurts.
~ But with battle raging everywhere,
~ I asked him how he'd get to where,
~ And end up not with dark despair,
to the place he needed to be, to help and win the day.
~ "It's a simple plan I'd made my lad,
~ I always did give all I had,
~ Stayed steady and did not get mad."
He told me the secret and here is what he had to say.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
To see where the army goes,
(There's) no need to sit and doze.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
Why do the crows follow the marching soldiers?
Is there a-kinship between both of them?
I've heard stories all about
Dwarves who battle and shout,
(and the) crows who listen and then seem to join right in.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
Dwarves are a hearty race you see,
They'll battle all, teeth clenched with glee.
(But) If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
Do they follow the army 'cause of the shin-y metal?
Do they fly along because of marching songs?
Do they perch on nearby limbs.
Sim-ply to listen in.
And then cackle and screech to the bang of anvil tongs?
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
They'll sing and fly near-by,
As if springing from a pie.
(So) If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
One day I asked the dear man most sincerely,
If he'd tell me the truth why-the crows fly nearby.
His face went white, then gray
And his sadness did display.
"They come for the feast the battles do provide."
"They peck and eat the flesh of the dead who've fallen.
When they see an army marching they know food's around."
My stomach started to churn
From all that I had learned
Crows'll never look the same to me flying in our town.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
They are carrion and foul,
With vengeance I wanted to howl.
(But) If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
I told my grandfather that I'd kill all I found.
He said that I was foolish and to "take-off-that-frown".
"They know a goodly meal,
Though their methods aren't ideal.
They're dead useful and instructive, be it field or market-town."
The crows are taking advantage of all the carnage
That we decide to in-flict on all of us.
Instead of chasing crows,
You'd be better following those
Whose word is true, and battle strong, not treasonous.
To avoid the crows, then learn to fight my boy.
Stay alive (see) that is the way to be.
Do not want to go to war?
Stay in bed and loudly snore.
The crows'll stay away, watching you play, up in their tree.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
If you want to go to the battle, follow the crows.
Alive? They don't want you,
Dead? You're a tasty stew.
(So) If you want to go…
Be quick now, don't be slow…
IF you really want to go to the battle!
Follow the crows!
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Post by Eioin Boughsinger on Mar 7, 2018 11:16:34 GMT -6
*NEW*
"You're Leaving Me?" (new lyrics)
[sung to Shel Silverstein's original song, "Put Another Log on the Fire"]
Put another log up on the fire.
Cook me up some bacon and some gruel.
Drin-king all of the day does make me tire
of coming home to work. It's just too cruel.
How 'bout you…
Fetch us up a cask of your daddy's ale now.
I'd help but remember my-back is not best.
I remind you of our wedding, as well as your vow.
You swore you'd do my bidding and all the rest.
Why don't you…
Wash my stockings and empty-out the privy.
Where's the bread I told you to-bake up fresh?
I recall those days when you were once so pret-ty.
You've ignored the fire! Now I've got gooseflesh!
Come on wife-y…
You can fill my pipe and then go fetch my new boots.
Get to boil'n me up a pot of Elven tea.
Those saggy pair were once your-best attributes.
Give me one good reason why you're leaving me.
You do not…
Do a whole lot more than any other.
And did I not announce you're gettin' fat?
Someday I'll let you go and see your mother.
Well…
A man can't love a-woman much more than that.
Now don't I…
Let you go along and shoe the horses,
While I'm wrestling inside with both your sisters?
That is a lot of work, you know it even forces
Me have you put ointment on all my blisters.
Come sit and speak about this dumb desire.
You know it ain't a woman's place to fight.
But first, put another log on the fire.
You leaving me, you know, it just ain't right.
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