| AT THE WAR -Rhys ap Baruch (c) 1991, Ian Klinck (Tune: "At the Hop") At the war! Well, you can swing and you can thrust And you can parry if you must At the war (war war war) When the swords start a-swingin' Then the helms start a-ringin' At the war (war war war) It's the fightin' sensation That's sweepin' the nation At the war CHORUS: Let's fight at the war Let's fight at the war (my lady!) Let's fight at the war (my lady!) Let's fight at the war Come on Let's fight at the war Well you can fight with stick and board And take on the whole Dark Horde At the war If you win each time you fight Then you might become a knight At the war Princes and kings All do their thing At the war CHORUS (repeat both verses) CHORUS BOUND FOR PENNSIC -Justin du Coeur (Mark Waks) (Tune: "Banned From Argo") Oh, we pulled into Cooper's Lake, a-lookin' for the War, Then searched 'round for a camping space for sixteen tents or more; So we went to the autocrat, who looked up with a smile, "Okay," she said, "set them right there, in a fifty-foot-tall pile!" And we're bound for Pennsic, everyone; Yes, we're bound for Pennsic, just to have us a little fun. We're gonna have a battle there, for just three days or four, At Cooper's Lake, at the great Pennsic War. We had a mighty fighter, who was powerful indeed; He lacked only one skill: he never learned quite how to read. He died amongst the leeches from a tragical mistake; His tombstone reads: "Here lies a knight, consumed by Cooper's Lake". Our brewer loves to party; he's a gallivanter true, but He vanished Friday night, and we don't know what we should do: The Midrealm's claiming we're unfair at how we win our fights, With bottles flying out of trees and knocking out their knights! Now, Art went to the swimming hole, to cool off in the shade; A maid rose from the waters, and she gave to him a blade. So Arthur took the sword from her, but hasn't fought again -- He's scared to be seen duelling with a weapon named "Smurfbane"... Our banner-bearer Bob's a loyal soldier, there's no doubt, But when he's in the woods, he doesn't know his North from South; We told him, "Guard the banner", but we didn't know the cost -- We sent in in on Friday; it's now Sunday -- he's still lost. We are the finest in the East, a fighting band elite; Our knights are strong, our ladies fair, our scouts are fleet of feet; But now we're missing fourteen men, and nearly half our gear; Not bad, I guess -- we'll see if it's more interesting next year! THE MUSKETEER'S SONG -Tamara fitzGloustre of the White Boar with additions by Ioseph of Locksley -tune: "Mouseketeer's Song" Who's the leader of the troop that's made for me and thee? He who hands the muskets out: Good old King Louis! Zounds! Gadzooks! Well Met, Lads! Fill your tankards up with me! And toast His Grace who sets the pace: Good old King Louis! (Chorus): Musketeers! ( Cardinal's Guards! ) Musketeers! ( Cardinal's Guards! ) Forever we defend the Fleur-de-Lis! (Thrust! Parry! Thrust!) Bring a sword and spit a Lord who works for Du Plessis; Give a hand to Good Queen Anne, wife to King Louis! Cavaliers and Roundheads, sing this song along with me: Cheers for Athos, Porthos, D'Artagnan and Aramis! (Chorus) deBergerac had quite a knack, and so, m'lads, have we! So drink 'em down and set 'em up for good old King Louis! Sharpen up your rapiers and put on your foppery, And raise your voices to the skies and sing in harmony: (Chorus) (Slowly, with lechery:) Come you here, my pretty Maid, and sit upon my knee......... C-A-V ("V" is for VICTORY!) A-L-I (I'm for France! (or England, or Cromwell, or Myself...&c.) E--R--S! WITH HER HEAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH HER ARM -R.P. Weston and Bert Lee (c) Copyright Francis Day & Hunter Ltd. 1934 -recorded by the Kingston Trio, et al. (Intro): In the Tower of London, large as life, The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare! Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife, Until he made the Headsman bob her hair! Ah yes, he did her long, long years ago! And she comes back a night to tell him so! (CHORUS): With her head tucked underneath her arm She walks the Bloody Tower! With her head tucked underneath her arm At the midnight hour! Through the dusty corridors for miles and miles she goes She often catches cold, poor thing, it's cold there when it blows And it's awfully awfully awkward for the Queen to blow her nose With her head tucked underneath her arm! CHORUS She's looking for King Henry and she'll give him what-for! Gadzooks! She's awfully mad at him for having spilled her gore! And just in case the Headsman wants to give her an encore... She's got her head tucked underneath her arm! CHORUS Once she met King Henry, he was in the Canteen Bar, He said "Are you Jane Seymor, Anne Bolyn or Katherine Parr?" "How in Heaven's name am I to know just who you are? With your head tucked underneath your arm !!!!!" Sometimes Good King Henry gives a spread For all his pals and gals, a ghastly crew! The Headsman carves the joint, and cuts the bread, Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do! She holds her head up with a wild war-whoop! And Henry cries: "Don't drop it in the soup!" CHORUS AIR FALALALO There's lilt in the song I sing, there's laughter and love There's tang of the sea, and blue from Heaven above! Of reason there's none; and why should there be, for why? As long as there's fire in the blood, and light in the eye! CHORUS: Air falalalo horo, air falalalay (3X) Falee, falo, horo, air falalalay! The heather's ablaze wi' bloom, the myrtle is sweet There's song in the air; the road's a song at our feet! So step it along as light as the bird on the wing! And, stepping along, let's join our voices and sing: And whether the blood be Highland, Lowland or no, And whether the hue be black or white as the snow; Of kith and of kin, we are One, be it right, be it wrong, If only our hearts beat true to the lilt of the song! THE CELT CAME BACK (Tune: "The Cat Came Back") Now, one old King had troubles of his own Had a thick-skinned bard that wouldn't leave home He tried and he tried to send that bard away He sold him to a Dane going far, far away...... CHORUS: But the Celt came back, the very next day! They thought he was a goner, but the Celt came back He just wouldn't stay away! The local Baron said that he would shoot that Celt on sight So he loaded up his cannon with powder to the sight He waited and he waited for that bard to come around Itty-bitty pieces of the castle's all they found.... He gave him to a Visigoth going out East Saying "Sell him to the Mongols; feed him to a Beast!" They got up to the Channel, and they thought they'd get across Tomorrow they'll write off the 'Goth as bein' a total loss... He gave him to a serf with a ten-shilling note Take him out on the lake, take him out on a boat! They tied a rock around his neck, it must have weighed ten stone And now they drag the shoreline, 'cause the boat came back..alone.. They sent him to the Borgia's to have a little feast Kill him off with poisoned wine, use cyanide at least! He drank several barrels of the poisoned wine that day And now all the Borgias have all...passed away... He gave him to a knight, to use him for a pell Saying "Beat him smartly, I wanna hear him yell!" The knight armoured up, and sharpened up his sword No one's ever heard again of that knightly Lord.... The Greek Fire fell the other day Lightning from Heaven in the very same way! Egypt's gone, Greece is gone, Sumeria's gone, Rome is gone... They've all passed away The whole Ancient World crumbled into dust that day CHORUS: But the Celts came back the very next day Thought that they were goners, but the Celts came back They just couldn't stay away! CHIVALRY -Morgana bro Morganwyg (Tune: "Lemon Tree") CHORUS: Chivalry, very pretty, and the ladies they are sweet But they find that the Mongols are impossible to beat! When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me Come here and take a lesson from the belted Chivalry Don't put your trust in knights, my boy. my father said to me Come here and watch the Mongols kill the belted Chivalry! But when I grew, I fell in love and the lady said to me I think that I will keep my heart for the belted Chivalry I said that I'd become a knight as quick as quick can be The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me So off to Tourney I did go, a squire all belted red A rattan broadsword in my hand, a helmet on my head I stepped onto the tourney field, to fight so noble-lee Then a backhand blow from a knightly sword caved in my helm for me! They had to bear me from the field for I could hardly see But I could hear my lady wooing belted Chivalry! So if I ever love again, I know that you will see A girl who wants a Mongol love, not belted Chivalry! A DRAGON'S RETORT (C) 1985 by Claire Stephens (Tune: "Irish Washerwoman") Well, now I am a dragon please listen to me For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree This ecology needs me, and I know my place, But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race But I came to this village to better my health Which is shockingly poor despite all my wealth But I get no assistance and no sympathy, Just impertinent questioning shouted at me. CHORUS: Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not But my favorite snack food with peril is fraught For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not Now we worms are deep thinkers, at science we shine And our world's complicated with every new line We must quit all the things that we've done since the flood Like lying on gold couches that poison our blood Well I'm really quite good almost all of the year Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear But a birthday needs sweets I'm sure you'll agree And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me CHORUS As it happens our interests are almost the same For I'm really quite skillful at managing game If I messed with your men would your excess decline? Of course not, the rest would just make better time But the number of babies a woman can bear Has a limit and that's why my pruning's done there Yet an orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch I'm careful to take out only virgins for lunch. |