Redwall Poems

The Ballad of Tammo

Sometimes I sit here through the night,
Dreaming of those far-flung days,
I'll gaze into the fire's warm light,
As if into some sunlit haze.
And here they come, those comrades mine,
Laughing, happy, brave to see,
Untarnished by the dust of time,
Forever fresh in memory.
The way we marched, the feasts so grand,
I'll tell you of them all,
From Salamandastron's west strand,
And north up to Redwall.
Of high adventures each new dawn,
As side by side we stood in war,
This tale is told that you may learn,
Just what true friends are for.

Firstblade's Passing:

"Gormad has left us for Dark Forest's shade,
And the wind cannot lead Rapscallions.
Let the beast stand forth who would be Firstblade,
To rule all these wild battalions!"

Whinn's Springtime Song:

"Blow cobwebs out of corners, the corners, the corners,
Throw open all your windows,
To welcome in the spring.
Now icicles are shorter,
And turning fast to water,
Out yonder o'er the meadow,
I hear a skylark sing.

All through the earth a showing, a showing, a showing,
The greengrass is a growing,
So fresh is everything.
Around the flow'rs and heather,
The bees do hum together,
Their honey will be sweeter,
When 'tis made in spring."

Long Patrol Chant:

"O vermin if you dare, come and visit us someday,
Bring all your friends and weapons with you too.
You'll find a good warm welcome, let nobeast living say,
That cold steel was never good enough for you.

You won't find poor helpless beasts all undefended,
Like the old ones, babes and mothers that you've slain,
And you'll find that when your pleasant visit's ended,
That you'll never ever leave our shores again.

All you cowards of the land and you flotsam of the sea,
Who murder, pillage, loot, whene'er you please,
There's a Long Patrol a waitin', we'll greet you cheerfully,
You'll hear us cry Eulalia on the breeze.

'Tis a welcome to the bullies who slay without a care,
All those good and peaceful creatures who can't fight,
But perilous and dangerous the beast they call the hare,
Who stands for nought but honour and the right.

Eulalia! Eulalia! Come bring your vermin horde,
The Long Patrol awaits you, led by a Badger Lord!"

Martin the Warrior to Arven:

"Watch you ever the southlands,
And beware when summertide falls,
A price will be paid for these stones we hold dear,
Though war must not touch our walls."

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