Fernando's Quick, Temporary and Random Song Pamphlet

Calontir Stands Alone

Lyrics: Brom Blackhand
Tune: "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"

O, Ladies and Lords of Calontir (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
Please gather around and lend an ear (Waes Hael! Dring Hael!)
O, gather around and lend an ear,
And I'll sing you a song of Calontir,
And you all shall know why Calontir stands alone.

We're far form the Northwoods Barony (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
And damn near as far from Tree-Girt-Sea (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
O, and Rivenstar with its flag unfurled
Is damn near the other side of the world-
O that's one good reason why Calontir stands alone.

We haven't got belted chivalry (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!)
Just good old unbelted fighters, we (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!)
And on battlefields many we've stood the test,
Proved our bravery, skill and our honor's the best.
We shall smite our foes 'til Calontir stands alone.

Our tourneys and feasts to none compare (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
And good times with us are far from rare (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!).
Let all come to us for our food is good,
And there's merry song in our halls and woods.
That's just one more reason why Calontir stands alone.

(Original Principality version)
O, Ladies and Lords of Calontir (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
Put your hearts into what you do this year (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
And in the end I think we'll see
A merry Principality
On that bright clear day when Calontir stands alone.

(Alternate Kingdom ending)
O, Ladies and Lords of Calontir (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
Put your hearts into what you do this year (Waes Hael! Drink Hael!),
And in the end the Worlde will see
A kingdom proud and strong and free
On that high bright day when Calontir stands alone.

Cheer

Lyrics: Fernando Rodriguez de Falcon and Lyriel de la Foret
Tune: Bird of Prey March by Leslie Fish

Chorus:
Cheer. We'll never live to victory.
Cheer. We'll never live to hear the cannon's roar.
The gold bird of prey, it will carry us away,
And we'll never see our homeland anymore.

March. The Tuchuks aren't as bad as Pavel told you.
Cheer. The Middle King won't piddle us away.
March. They told us there'd be allies right beside you.
Cheer. They promised us that they won't run away.

Chorus

March. 'cause Calon never musters till the horn blows.
Cheer. Cause Drix would never wake us 'fore mid-day.
March. We won't stand in the sun, our helmets baking.
Cheer. They promised us we'll start on time today.

Chorus

March. At Pennsic we have only perfect weather.
Cheer. The Sarengetti's filled with shady trees.
March. This year we won't be crammed in all together.
Cheer. They told we'll have all the room we please.

Chorus

March. They swear they’re serving only bottled water.
Cheer. There's really no such thing as Pennsic Plague.
March. The King says he won't lead you into slaughter.
Cheer. They promised us they'll call no holds today.

Final Chorus:
Cheer. We'll never live to victory.
Cheer. We'll never live to hear the cannon's roar.
The gold bird of prey, it will carry us away,
And we'll never see our homeland anymore.
For the Tiger of the East we will make a bloody feast,
And we'll never see our homeland anymore. (slow)

Or Pennsic 27 commemorative alternative ending:
For the Tiger of the East, He has wandered off to feast,
And we'll never see our Foeman anymore. (slow)

Or Estrella ending:
For the cruel Aten sun, it will slay us, every one,
And we'll never see our homeland anymore. (slow)

Crúiscín Lán

Traditional Irish

Let the farmer praise his grounds,
Let the huntsman praise his hounds,
Let the shepherd praise his dewy scented lawn;
Oh, but I, more wise than they,
Spend each happy night and day
With my darling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán,
With me darling little crúiscín lán!

Chorus (Pronunciation):

O grádh mo chroidhe mo crúiscín,	(Gram a cream a crushkin)
Sláinte geal mo mhúirnín.	(Slansha gal mah vornin)
Grádh mo chroidhe mo crúiscín lán, lán, lán	(Gram a cream a crushkin, lan, lan, lan)
O grádh mo chroidhe mo crúiscín lán.	(Oh, gram a cream a crushkin lan)

Immortal and divine,
Great Bacchus, god of wine,
Create me by adoption your own son;
In hope that you'll comply,
That me glass may ne'er run dry.
Nor my darling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán,
Oh, my darling little crúiscín lán!

Chorus

And when grim death appears,
In a few but happy years,
And says, "Oh, won't you come along with me?"
I'll say, "Begone, ye knave,
For King Bacchus gave me leave
To have another crúiscín lán, lán, lán,
To have another crúiscín lán!

Chorus

Then fill your glasses high,
Let's not part with lips so dry,
Though the lark now proclaims it is the dawn;
And since we can't remain,
May we shortly meet again,
To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán,
For to fill another crúiscín lán!

Chorus

Men of Harlech

Men of Harlech, stop your dreaming
Can't you see, their spear points gleaming
See their war-like pennents streaming
To this battle field

Men of Harlech, stand ye steady
It can not be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Welshmen will not yield

From the hills surrounding
Cannon balls abounding
Some of all that's gone before
This mighty force surrounding

Men of Harlech on to glory
This will ever be your story
Keep these burning words before ye
Welshmen never yield.

Drums in my Heart

Lyrics: Nasir al Tawil
Tune: Scotland the Brave

Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Some Kingdoms have great sons, ours has the greatest ones,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
We'll meet 'em at the shore, wade thru the the blood and gore,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.

Drums, drums, drums, drums.

Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Swords off of helms are ringing, we're in the battle singing,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
We'll stand and never fall, behind the shield wall,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.

Drums, drums, drums, drums.

Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
We'll greet 'em on the field, we'll fight and never yield,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
We'll rise above the clamor, fight for the falcon banner,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my Kingdom calling,
my bonnie Calontir is calling to me.
Drums, drums, drums, drums. Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my kingdom calling, my bonnie Calontir is calling to me. Our army loves a warring, waste not a minute whoring, my bonnie Calontir is calling to me. My lord I hit your head, YOUR SO FUCKING DEAD!!!, my bonnie Calontir is calling to me. Drums in my heart are drumming, I hear my kingdom calling, my bonnie Calontir is calling to me. Drums drums drums drums drums .... (fading)

Hotspur

Music and Lyrics: Andrew of Wolvenwood

Squire bring my armor, my sword and my destrier,
I've raised an army to break Hanry's power.
South from the Humber, we'll march to the Severn,
With Douglas of Scotland, to join with Glendower.

Ready your weapons and don warlike harness,
The King rides to greet us at Shrewsbury town.
He'll pay what he owes me, or fight on the morrow,
The Blue Lion of Percy will bloody the ground.

Hal, Prince of Wales, has brought forth an army
To halt us he's planning, he'll bar nought to me.
Yon rides his father, a king made by Percy
His host in the thousands, a hard fight 'twill be.

So let loose your clothyards, my stout Cheshire yeomen,
The hiss of your bowstrings, 'tis soft as a sigh.
Now King's knights you've halted, so up roar the horsemen,
We charge for the center, brave Douglas and I.

Lay low a sergeant, and then slay his master,
Rend through the armour, and hew clear a way.
There by the banner, a king rides before me -
I swear by my honor, 'tis his final day.

But Prince Hal has broken my right wing of battle,
And he's for his father a-whirlin' around
Now one of his yeomen has sent me an arrow,
The Blue Lion of Percy is pulled to the ground. (softly)

Squire bring my armour, my sword and my destrier,
I'll live forever, to spite Bolingbroke.
Know then of Hotspur, who died by the Severn,
And list what was heard when Lord Percy spoke: (rousing)

Ready your weapons and don warlike harness
The King rides to greet us at Shrewsbury town,
He'll pay what he owes me, or fight on the morrow,
The Blue Lion of Percy will bloody the ground.

None but Calontir-O

Lyrics: Baron Hrolf Ulfsson
Tune: Follow me up the Carlow

Huscarl arise from revelry
Drink one last toast to gallantry
Then join with king and chivalry
To march against the foe
Fyrdman take your spear in hand
Let every able fighter stand
To guard the honor of our land
To battle we must go!

Chorus:
Lift your eyes to the skies
Where the Golden Falcon flies,
Screaming out its battle cries,
To fill the foe with fear-O.

Don your helm and raise your shield,
Cry "Advance!" and never yield,
Till standing on that glorious field
Is none but Calontir-O
In olden days ye one and all
In answer to the warriors call
Did sally forth from hearth and hall
The enemy to face Ya bravely served the Middle Crown
And with yer deeds ye won renown
As many foes ye battered down
With axe and bloody mace!

Chorus

For many years ye gathered fame
And honor to the Falcon name
Until our noble land became
A sovereign realm at last
Then at the thirteenth Pennsic War
Ye helped the Middle as before
Although a Crown the Falcon wore
Ye'd not forget yer past!

Chorus

In the woods without a sword
While all around the battle roared
The Standard Bearer Andrew Ward
Lacked not of bravery
For it was he now hear ye well
Who when our valiant fighters fell
Did brave the streams where serpents dwell
To keep the Falcon free!

Chorus

In the woods the Dragon reeled
And faltered on the champions field
But picking up a bow he wheeled
A desperate stand to make
Then writing with Falcon quill
"Lord Tiger, if you wish a kill
Upon the morrow on the hill
The bridges you must take!"

Chorus

With allies gathered from a far
From Markland to the Sable Star
We formed a brotherhood of war
Upon the bridge that day
While hours flew and bodies fell
We made that bridge a bloody hell
Then bolstering the rest as well
The Tyger we did slay

Chorus

Now lift the flag so all can see
The symbol of our sovereignty
And know that we will bend our knee
For no man but our King
The time for war again is here
The enemy is drawing near
And listening with wary ear
So let him hear ya sing!

Chorus

Navy of Calontir

When I saw all the fighters lugging tons of gear,
I thought I'd have it easier in the Navy of Calontir,
With lots of swash and buckle, a tot of rum for cheer,
I'd like to be a sailor in the Navy of Calontir

Chorus:
Yaho. Yaho. On land we'll sail our boats.
We'll hit the deck and won't get wet with nary a ship afloat.,

I've heard of lady swabees - buxum without peer,
I'd like to join and ride the waves with the Navy of Calontir,
With little competition, I've found my new career,
And now I am a sailor in the Navy of Calontir

Chorus

So think of all those fighters, with bruises 'cross their rear,
You never have to mess with that in the Navy of Calontir,
So sit and suck your Gatorade, I'll be drinking beer,
Now don't you wish you'd signed aboard the Navy of Calontir

Roland

Music and Lyrics: Roslinde Jehanne of Paradox Keep

The fairest flower of chivalry to bloom in all the land, And the noblest of all the knights of Charlemagne. Was Roland, Roland, King Charles sister's son, Renowned through all the Frankish lands for battles you have won. In Council hear you Ganelon make plea to go to war, To aid the rebel Saracens, against their rightful lords Roland, Roland, you call this plan ill made, But nonetheless does Charlemagne agree to send them aid. The Ganelon requests for you the post most perilous, And willingly do you accept, as honor deems you must. Roland, Roland, the rear guard you command, With Oliver your loyal friend to stand at your right hand. But at the Vale of Roncevaux your doom is now anigh, The Saracens do hold the pass, and will not let you by. Roland, Roland, you know now your betrayed, But in your heart is courage, and your voice is not dismayed. Face ye now grim battle, take your shields and raise them high, With honor we have lived our lives with honor we shall die. Roland, Roland, sound your mighty horn. Try to call the men back that rode out just yestermorn. The king has heard you call afar, but Ganelon says nay, Tis only our young Roland, out hunting on this day. Roland, Roland, sound your horn again. Meanwhile the battle rages in the valley and the glen. Again the King has heard your call. Again the traitor lies, And none shall come to aid you, since your peril he denies. Roland, Roland, Sound your final blast, As one by one your men at arms die fighting in the pass. And last of all is Oliver by swordsmen overthrown, And you of all the Frankish knights now stand alone. Roland, Roland, oh black the day you died. Your comrades slain around you and your sword there by your side. They found you on a hilltop with your face turned to the foe, And never has there been a day of such great woe. Roland, Roland, your name will live in song, Whenever brave men take up arms to right a grievous wrong. The fairest flower of chivalry to bloom in all the land, And the noblest of all the knights of Charlemagne.

The Legend of Altenhair (Knight’s Leap)

Well, the foemen have fired the gates, men of mine And the water is spent and gone So bring me a cup of the Red Ar Wine I shall never drink but this one So bring my harness and saddle my horse And lead him around by the door He must make such a leap tonight perforce As a horse never took before Chorus: I have fought my fight I have lived my life I have drunk my share of wine From Trier to Cologne ‘twas never a knight Lead a merrier life than mine Well, I’ve lived in the saddle for years two score And if I must die on a tree This old saddle-bow which has born me of yore Is the properest timber for me Then tell to Bishop, to Berger, to Priest How the Altenhair hawk can die If you smoke the old falcon out of his nest He will take to his wings and fly Chorus So he harnessed himself in the pale moonlight And he mounted his horse at the door And drained such a cup of the red Ar Wine As a man never drank before Then he spurred his old war-horse Held him tight and leapt him over the wall Out over the cliff out into the night Three hundred feet to fall Chorus He was found next morning below in the glen With never a bone in him whole Say a mass or a prayer good travelers all For such a bold rider’s soul Chorus

A Grazing Mace

Lyrics: Verse 1 & 4: Unknown, Verses 2-3: Mistress Jenna of Southwind
Tune: Amazing Grace

A grazing mace how sweet the blow,
That slayed a wretch like me.
I once was up, but now I’m down,
A grazing mace killed me

My knight has promised help for me.
He’ll save my ass for sure.
He will my shield wall anchor be,
As long as life endures.

That mace has killed ten thousand foes,
All sweating in the sun.
I’d no more grace to duck that mace.
I was ten thousand one.

A grazing mace how sweet the blow
That slayed a wretch like me
I once was up, but now I’m down
A grazing mace killed me

Non Nobis

Pronunciation:
No, no-bees doh-mih-nay, doh-mih-nay,
No, no-bees doh-mih-nay,
Said, no me knee,
Said, no me knee,
Tow, oh,
Dah,
Glorium

For Crown and for Kingdom

Lyrics and Music: Conn MacNeil

Chorus:

Hey Ho for the falcon whose banner flies o’er us Hey Ho for the King marching mighty before us Hey Ho Calon Warrior sing out your chorus For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land Fierce men at arms to their brothers are banding Fearlessly shoulder to shoulder are standing Blood and bone sundered in tribute demanding For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land Chorus Hearken bold fyrdmen the King calls a levee The foes thow hast slain in his battles are many Slake thirsting spearpoints on what’s ‘neath the byrnee For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land Chorus Huscarl drain fully the horn filled to brimming Lead now the war host in battle song singing Lead into slaughter with wild weapon swinging For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land Chorus Knight gird the sword belt for nigh draws the hour The slain and the wounded bear witness your power To fealty’s fulfillment rides chivalry’s flower For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land Chorus For Crown and for Kingdom ‘gainst the foes of our land (slow)

The Sick Note (Why Paddy’s Not at Work Today)

Dear Boss I write this note to you to tell you of my plight, And at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight. Me body is all black and blue my face a deadly gray, And I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today. While working on the 14th floor; some bricks I had to clear, To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea. The foreman wasn't very pleased, him being an awful sod, And he said I'd have to cart them down the ladder in me hod. Now shifting all those bricks by hand it seemed so awful slow, So I hoisted up a barrel and secured a rope below. But in my haste to do the job I was too blind to see, That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me. When I let loose the rope of course the barrel fell like lead, And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead. I shot up like a rocket and to my dismay I found, That halfway up I met that bloody barrel coming down. Now the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped, And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head. I clung on tight though numbed with shock from this almighty blow, As the barrel spilled out half the bricks some 14 floors below. Now when the bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor, I then outweighed the barrel and I started down once more. Still clinging tightly to the rope as I sped towards the ground, I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered 'round. Now, as I lay there moaning, sure I thought I'd passed the worst, Then the barrel struck the pulley wheel and then its bottom burst. A shower of bricks rained down on me -- I didn’t hav a hope, And as I was losing consciousness -- I let go the bloody rope. Now the barrel it being heavier it started down once more, And it landed right across me as I lay there on the floor. I broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say, I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

The Quest

Lyrics by: Rudyard Kipling.

The knight came home from the quest, muddied and sore he came,
Battered of shield and crest, bannerless, bruised, and lame.
Fighting we take no shame; better is man for a fall.

Chorus:
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn answered the warder's call:
Here is my lance to mend (harrow!);
Here is my horse to be shot;
Ay, they were strong, and the fight was long,
But I paid as good as I got. I paid as good as I got.

Oh, dark and deep was their van that mocked my battle-cry.
I could not miss my man, but I could not carry by.
Utterly whelmed was I, flung under, horse and all.

Chorus

My wounds are noised abroad, but theirs my foemen cloaked.
Ye see my broken sword, but never the blades she broke.
Paying them stroke for stroke, good handsel over all.

Chorus

My shame ye count and know, to say my quest is vain,
But ye have not seen my foe, ye have not told his slain.
Surely he fights again and again, but when you prove his line
There shall come to your aid my broken blade
In this last, lost, fight of mine!

Chorus

Are Ye Sleepin' Maggie

Lyrics and Music by: Robert Tannahill

Dark and rainy is the night,
There's no a starn in a' the carry;
Lightnings gleam athwart the lift,
And the cauld winds drive wi' winter's fury.

Chorus:
O! are ye sleepin', Maggie?
O! are ye sleepin', Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie!

Fearfu' soughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and drearie,
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And the cry o' howlets makes me eerie.

Chorus

Aboon my breath I daurna speak
For fear I rouse your waukrife daddie;
Cauld's the blast upon my cheek, -
Arise, arise, my bonnie lady!

Chorus

She op'd the door, she let him in;
He coost aside his dreepin' plaidie;
Blaw your warst, ye rain and win',
Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.

Final Chorus:
Now since ye're waukin', Maggie,
Now since ye're waukin', Maggie,
What care I for howlet's cry,
For boortree bank, or warlock craigie?

Banks of the Lee

When two lovers meet down beside the green bower;
When two lovers meet down beneath the green tree;
When Mary, fond Mary, declared unto her true love;
You have stole away my poor heart from the Banks of the Lee".

Chorus:
I loved her very dearly, so true and sincerely.
There was no one in this wide world that I loved more than she.
Every bush, every bower, every sweet Irish flower,
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee.

Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands, my Mary.
Don't stay out too late, love, on the moorlands from me.
For it little was me notion when we parted by the ocean,
That we were forever parted by the Banks of the Lee.

Chorus

So, I’ll pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses,
I’ll pull my love some roses, the fairest that ever seen.
And I'll leave them on the gravesite of my own dear darlin Mary,
In that cold and silent churchyard where she sleeps 'neath the dew.

Chorus

The Old Dun Cow

Some friends and I in a public house,
Drinking up a storm one night;
When into the pub a fireman came,
His face all a chalky white.
What's up, says Brown, have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?
Well me Aunt Mariah be buggered!, says he,
The bloody pub's on fire!"

And up, says Brown, there’s a bit of luck, everybody follow me.
Down to the cellar, if the fire's not there,
Then we'll have a merry old spree.
Yes we’ll have a merry old spree.
So we all went on down with good old Brown,
The booze we could not miss.
And we had not been ten minutes there,
For we were all bloody pissed.

Chorus:
And there was Brown upside down,
Sucking up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried,
As they came knockin' on the door.

Oh don't let 'em in till it's all mopped up,
Somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk,
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub,
And gave it just a few hard knocks.
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya cannot do that round here.
Don't wash your trotters in the port wine tub
When theres plenty of Guinness beer.

Chorus

Just then there came a terrible crash,
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose,
Though we were feeling gay.
So we got some tacks and some old wood casks,
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk –
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Riders of Normandy

We sailed our way 'cross the treacherous channel,
To confront the usurper with promises old.
To take England's Crown or to die in the battle,
That the Duke should be king as king Edward foretold.

Chorus:
So ride, ride good knights of Normandy,
Ready your weapons and pennons so bold.
Carry the Pope's banner onward before you,
And England shall fall 'fore the winter turns cold.

Twelve hours in ships, as the wind drove us onward
To the white cliffs of Dover, and then to the shore.
We saddled our horses, and struck out for Hastings
Where the priests told us that there was land we could hold.

Chorus

At Hastings we waited for Harold in battle,
And sent him a message, his downfall foretold.
Duke William has sworn he will hear your death rattle,
And take all of England to have and to hold.

Chorus

Yet, just two weeks before, at a bridge up in Stamford
King Harold had sent his own brother below,
But now he faced William's knights armored for battle,
And fought us as though he were shod all in stone.

Chorus

Now Harold was dead, and his army was shattered
As we marched out of Hastings for old London town.
We circled that city for two weeks unceasing
Then marched into London to see William crowned.

Chorus

Now we've word from the North, the resistance is forming,
With traitors and rebels to Duke William's crown.
We'll ride down upon them and cut them back quickly,
And return here to London 'fore the snow hits the ground

Chorus

Burden of the Crown

Music and Lyrics: Baldwin of Erebor

The battlefield is silent,
The shadows growing long.
Though I may view the sunset,
I'll not live to see the dawn.

The trees have ceased to rustle.
The birds no longer sing.
All nature seems to wonder,
At the passing of a King.

And now you stand before me,
Your fathers flesh and blood.
Begotten of my sinews,
On the women that I loved.

So difficult the birthing,
Your mother died that day.
And now you stand before me,
To bear my crown away.

The hour is fast approaching,
When you come into your own -
When you take the ring and scepter,
And sit upon the throne.

Before that fatal hour,
When we each must meet our fate,
Pray, gaze upon the royal crown,
And marvel at its weight.

This crown of burnished metal,
Is the symbol of our land -
Supporting all we cherish;
The dreams for which we stand.

The weight you'll find is nothing,
If you hold it in your palm.
The burden of the crown begins,
The day you put it on.

See how the jewels sparkle,
As you gaze on it again.
Each facet is a subject,
Whose rights you must defend.

Each point of light a burden,
You must shoulder with your own.
And mighty is the burden,
Of the man upon the throne.

The day is nearly ended,
My limbs are growing cold.
I feel the angels waiting,
To receive my passing soul.

Keep well for me my kingdom,
When my memory is dead.
And forgive me for the burden,
I place upon your head.

The battlefield is silent,
The shadows growing long.
Though I may view the sunset,
I'll not live to see the dawn.

The trees have ceased to rustle.
The birds no longer sing.
All nature seems to wonder,
At the passing of a King.

Crusader's Song

Music and Lyrics: Conn MacNiell

Chorus: I'm for the Holy Land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls, I'm for the Holy Land sailing, and I'll win a fortune or a martyr I'll fall. As my ship sails out I watch the far coastline, For leaving of kinsmen my heart is full pained, And I've traded all for the cross at my shoulder, No land for a third son, so I'm away. Chorus As I look around me at the men on the benches, Their eyes are like mine so I know their hearts' pain, I sing them a song of bravery and battle, Now their eyes shine like their clean polished blades. Chorus We followed King Richard to Sicily island, For Johanna's dowry 'gainst Tancred prevailed, Now a fortune in silver, a new wife hath Richard, And I've a swift horse, and a fine coat of mail. Chorus At landfall in Cypress they refused Barengaria, Richard in anger has answered in steel, Now the Crown of Cypress he's added to England's, And I've added knighthood's gold spurs to my heels. Chorus I followed the banner to battle at Acre, And held it aloft when it's bearer was slain, Now we've given Richard a tower of the city, He's given me rank and a full captain's pay. Chorus At Arsuf on the coastline we met with the paynim, We won the battle though many men fell, And one was a Baron with lands that need tending, Now they are mine, and I'll tend them well. Chorus Now I sit in court over Christian and Moslem, And I've a fine keep and soldiers ten score, And King Richard's army he's sailed back to England, And I've said farewell, for I'll see them no more, Last Chorus: You see, I'm in the Holy Land staying, to guard my own castle walls, I'm in the Holy Land staying, and I've won my fortune so farewell to all.

I'm for Estrella War Flying

Lyrics: Fernando Rodriguez de Falcon, Lyriel de la Foret, Maegrim Inwaer Sunu aet Maeldune Mihangal ap Gruffydd
Tune: Crusaders Song (Conn MacNiell)

Chorus:
I'm for Estrella War flying,
Because I'm to lazy to drive.
I'm for Estrella War flying;
I'd rather spend money, and get there alive.

The drives 30 hours when made from Three Rivers,
So I've got a friend bringing most of my gear.
While they are driving through snow in the mountains,
I'm flying coach drinking imported beer.

Chorus

I've got my shield in a garment bag hanging,
My polearm and swords in a bag labled 'skis'.
I'll check those bags, and a few hours later,
I disembark to a Warm Phoenix breeze.

Chorus

I've heard the drive there is fraught with adventure;
Ice on the windshield, or sun in your eyes.
Long hours staring at endless horizons,
And too many meals made of burgers and fries.

Chorus

While they were packing the van for the ride home,
I checked my bags and then took to the air.
In some little town they were caught in a speed trap,
The fine that they paid would have covered air fare.

Final Chorus:
So we're for Estrella War flying,
Because its too damn far to drive.
We're for Estrella War flying.
We'll all spend the money, and get there alive.

Glenwhorple (The "G" Song)

There's a braw fine clan o'lads as lika man should ken, They are de'ils at the fichtin, they have clured a sicht o'men, They have suppit muckle whuskey when to caildh they gang ben, The Hielan' men of braw Glenwhorple. Chorus: Heught! Glenwhorple, Hielan' men, Great strong whuskey-suckin' Hielan' men. They were hard workin, hairy-leggit Hielan' men, Slainte mhor, Glenwhorple. They were founded by McAdam, who of all the men was first, He resided in Glen Eden and he pipit fit tae burst, Wi' a fig-leaf for a sporran and a perfect Hielan' thirst, Till he stole away the apple from Glenwhorple. Chorus When the waters o' the deluge drookit all the whole world o'er, The chieftan of the clan y' know his name was Sean McNoah, So a muckle boat he biggit and he sneckit up the door, And he sailed away from drooned Glenwhorple. Chorus McNoah sent a piper out to see if there was land, He came back wi' an empty whuskey bottle in each hand, But they couldna comprehend him, he was fu', ye understand, For he found a public house aboon the water. Chorus Ther was a jock named Joshua, a Sapper he by trade, He went awa' to Jericho aboon a muckle raid, And the walls they went a-tumblin', and with loot the lads were paid, for the sappin' and the mining in Glenwhorple. Chorus When wise King Soloman was ruler o'er the glen, He had a hundred pipers and a thousand fichtin' men, And ten thousand wives and concubines, for as I'm sure ye ken, He kept a pow'rful household in Glenwhorple. Chorus O ther was a birkie bangster was the ruler o'r the clan, Well his name it wass t'Wallace, and he was a fichtin' man, And he went about the border, and the Southron turned and ran, from the dingin' o' the claymore in Glenwhorple. Chorus Many o' the clansmen went and left their hielan' home, They loaded up on ships, about the world to roam, They were lookin' for a special place to call their very own, That's how Ealdomere became Glenwhorple. Chorus O what a sight this morning wi' the clan all on Parade, Wi' the claymore and the pipers and the braw Glenwhorple plaid, And the pipey almost sober, and the chieftan no' afraid, O' seein' tartan spiders in Glenwhorple. Repeat chorus twice to end.

Song of the Calon Huscarl

Music and Lyrics by: Angus of Blackmoor

Stand tall the mighty huscarl, Guardian of our King, Laying low the bitter foemen, As the falcon takes to wing. Chorus: Huscarl, huscarl, You shall guard our land. But we shall fight beside you, When you choose to make your stand. Huscarl, huscarl, huscarl. Sitting at the King's right knee, And living in his hall, Feasting at his table, Your ready for his call. Chorus As the battle crushes in, There forms a huscarl ring. Axes held high over head, None shall touch our King. Chorus And now the battle's over, Our King stands all alone, Around him fallen huscarls, Whose axes shattered bones. Chorus

Johnny Scott

Johnny woke on a May morning, Called for water to wash his hands, And he called to him his trois greyhounds, That were bound in iron chains. Bound in iron chains. Johnny rode his great grey mare, And the dogs before did go, And he's away to the gay green wood, For to hunt the red tail doe. To hunt the red tail doe. Johnny shot the dandy deer, She was wounded in the side. And between the water and the wood, The greyhounds lay their prize. The greyhounds lay their prize. Johnny ate the venison, And the dogs on gall did feed, And they all lay doon and fell asleep A sleep both lang and deep. A sleep both lang and deep. Then by there coom a silly old man, And a silly old man was he, And he's away to the king's foresters, for to tell on young Johnny. To tell on young Johnny. Seven men they heard him out, And then swiftly they did ride, And they coom on Johnny all alain, And they shot him in the side. They shot him in the side. Johnny shot six of them, And the seventh he wounded sore. Then he threw his leg o'er his hoseback, And he swore that he would hunt more. He swore that he would hunt more. Johnny rode his great grey mare, To a thicket in the woods, But he left behind a blood red trail, And they shot him where he stood. They shot him where he stood. Now Johhny's great big bow is broke, And his trois greyhounds are slain, And his body lies in the muddy must, a And his hunting days are dain. His hunting days are dain.

The Minstrel Boy

Traditional

The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him. His father's sword he has girded on His wild harp slung behind him. "Land of song," sang the warrior bard, "Tho all the world betrays ye, One sword at least thy rights shall guard, One faithful harp shall praise thee." The minstrel fell, but the foeman's chains could not keep his proud soul under. The harp he bore ne'er spoke again For he tore its cords asunder... And said "No chains shall sully thee, Thou soul of love and bravery, Thy songs were made for the pure and free, They ne'er shall sound in slavery."

What do they See

Music and Lyrics by: Vortemir Fire-Tender

Many fair maidens are askin' to dance with me. I know not how so I tell then no. I hang my head for this knowledge does run from me. I am a soldier and that's all I know. Chorus: Place me in battle and I will weight heavily. Enemies a fallin' for king and for me. But here in court I am out of my element. I do not dance and so that's all they see. I've a fine wit, I can tell a tale honestly. I sing quite well by the fire-side glow. I can trade jests with the best or the worst of them. I am a reveler this much I know. Chorus Lost deep in misery one thought occurred to me, Why have I let this thing worry me so? I've a fine life with diversions surrounding me. Come with me lassies, I'll teach what I know. Final Chorus: Place me in battle and I will weight heavily. Enemies a fallin' for king and for me. Standin' in court they are out of my element. Let them look on I care not what they see!

Worms of the Earth

My father worked on the land, as did his father before him. Plowing and sowing by hand, and harvesting what he land bore him. He was killed by the robbers before I was ten, One stroke of the sword and then they were gone, While our Lord strutted proudly atop his tall walls, And did nothing to hinder the slaughter. For.. Chorus: We are the worms of the earth, Against the lions of might. All of our days we are tied to the land, While they hunt and they feast and they fight. We give our crops and our homes and our lives, The clerics tell us this is right. And they've beat us before, And they'll beat us again, But we'll drink from their helmets tonight. Our Lord went away to the war, mounted atop a bold stallion, To fight in some noble cause, with his knights and his henchmen to guard him. But we heard that they've captured both he and his men, For that they'll raise the taxes again, To raise the great ransom in gold and in gems, To bring our lord back to rule us. And.. Chorus This year there was a great drought. Our crops were burned in the ground. Not that our Lord did without, for his men took all that they found. Then our Lord came among us with some of his men, To announce the taxes were raised once again, So a few of us acted on our desperate plan, And their bodies are food for the crows. And.. Chorus Into the fire we stare, behind our poor barricades. Too tired to feel the despair, knowing no one will come to our aid. For when the sun rises the knights all around, Will gather in force and they'll hunt us all down, And they'll mount our heads proudly on pike by the town, And our final tax we'll be paid Final Chorus: We are the worms of the earth, Against the lions of might. All of our days we are tied to the land, While they hunt and they feast and they fight. We give our crops and our homes and our lives, The clerics tell us this is right. And they've beat us before, And they'll kill us tomorrow. But we'll drink from their helmets tonight.

We Be Soldiers Three

Chorus:
We be soldiers three, pardonnay moi je vous an pree,
Lately come forth from the low country, with never a penny of money.

Here good fellow I drink to thee, pardonnay moi je vous an pree,
To all good fellows where ever they be, with never a penny of money.

Chorus

Here good fellow I'll sing you a song,
Sing for the brave and sing for the strong.
To all those living and those who have gone,
With never a penny of money.

Chorus

And he that will not pledge me this, pardonnay moi je vous an pree,
pays for the shot what ever it is, with never a penny of money.

Chorus

With the King of Calontir

Words: Fernando Rodriguez de Falcon Tune: ?

When I was young I’d watch as Calon Knights returned from war,
And told us tales of honor and the battles won before.
I followed them at 16 years, a Calon man to be,
Now I’ll outfight any foreign Knight, and outdrink any three.

Chorus:
So now drink up me lads, grab your sword, axe and spear,
‘Cause we’re heading to Estrella with the King of Calontir.

Alternative endings: -
‘Cause we’re heading out to Pennsic with the King of Calontir.
‘Cause we’re heading down to Gulf Wars with the King of Calontir.

So, raise a cheer unto the King, and Queen for whom we sing,
And muster with the army as the Falcon takes to wing.
Now lift your voices up in song, and quickly wave goodbye
Together we’ll march to the war, with spears and banners high.

Chorus

The King has called the Falcon Host from all part of the land,
With Chivalry and Men-at-arms, He’ll proudly make a stand.
Around him stand His Huscarls, and soldiers of the Fyrd,
Below the Falcon Banner, we’re a host the foe must fear.

Chorus

Here’s a toast to the Prince and Princess, who’ll one day sit the thrones,
And muster us for foreign wars, then proudly lead us home.
And one day you’ll tell battle tales, of honors won before,
And lead new generations of the Falcon Host to war.

Chorus

Marshall

Source: A Portion of Gesta Gugliemi from Cariadoc's Miscellany.
Copyright by David Friedman and Elizabeth Cook
Music and Arrangement: Fernando Vigil

William the Marshall right loyal was he
And valiant in service to good King Henry;
On the helms of the French knights he made his steel ring
And beside them fought Richard, the son of our king.

Chorus:
William the Marshall is come into France
To win him renown with his sword and his lance;
In all that fair country no knight can be found
In battle or tourney to cast William down.

King Philip of France thought the war he had won
When he leagued with Count Richard, our king's eldest son,
For an aging king's knights very rarely are known
To blithely bear steel 'gainst the heir to the throne.

Count Richard was doughty and heavy of hand
And called no man master through France or England
But William the Marshall, through all of the West,
Had fought in no combat save he proved the best.

Chorus

It chanced that our army had suffered a rout
From which fled the king with but few men about;
Them did Count Richard most fiercely pursue
And his company likewise was valiant but few.

Quoth Henry "Good comrades, the foe follow fast;
We have fought many battles, but this is the last."
"Nay Sire" said William "I think it not so.
By Your leave I remain here to hinder the foe."

Chorus

So William the Marshall, with one knight beside,
His liege lord to save turned him back in his ride;
His shield on his arm and his lance couched low
He wheeled round his horse and rode straight at the foe.

Chorus

Count Richard leads rashly, with three men or four,
So quickly he'd come that no armor he wore;
Straight at the leaders rides William in wrath
With Richard Plantagenet right in his path.

They say that Count Richard was valiant and fell,
A Lion in battle, as many tales tell,
But even a hero is apt to get hurt
When the best lance in Europe comes aimed at--his shirt.

Chorus

Count Richard was valiant, and royally proud,
Yet he stood in his stirrups and shouted aloud:
"O slay me not Marshall, for armor I've none
And to slay me unarmored right basely 'twere done."

Sir William replied, for his rage it was hot,
"The Devil may slay you, the Marshall will not."
He slacked not his charge and he bent not his course
But his lance point came down and he slew--Richard's horse.

Chorus

This only remains: ere a month passed away
King Henry of England upon his bier lay;
In grief were his knights there, all standing around,
When to them came Richard, the Heir to the crown.

Seeing the Marshall he called him apart:
"But lately you sought with your lance for my heart.
You charged me unarmored and I would be dead
But your lance struck my arm and my horse died instead."

Chorus

"Nay Sire" said William "you do me great wrong
My eye is still clear and my arm is still strong.
I struck where I aimed; had I wished it instead
Your horse would still live and his rider be dead."

"I sought for your death neither then nor before
But would think it no crime to have slain you in war."
"Be pardoned" said Richard "I'll bear you no ire
And pray that men serve me as you served my sire."

Chorus

Arise Calontir

Words and Music by: Hrolf Ulfsson

Arise Calontir, strike the drum, lift the banner and go.
Our enemies come and the trumpets will soon start to blow.

Chorus:
Hearken to what I say.
We've a battle to fight today!
Hasten ye to the fray.
And let the falcon strike down her pray!.

Young boys are cheering and wishing that they could be there.
Maidens are weeping and mothers are tearing their hair.

Chorus

The time is at hand and the enemies bright weapons shine.
The kites and the ravens above us are waiting to dine.

Chorus

They offer us peace and our lives if we only will yield.
Let us grant them the peace of eternity here on the field.

Chorus

The bards tell us tales of the glorious deeds of the past.
Let us swear by on honor our glory shall ne'r be surpassed.

Final Chorus:
Hearken to what I say.
We've a battle to fight today!
Hasten ye to the fray.
And let the falcon strike down her pray!.
Let the falcon strike down her prey!

Sense of Feeling

Words: Fernando Rodriguez de Falcon, Maegrim Inwaer Suno Aet Maldune, Lyriel de la Foret
Music: You've Lost that Loving Feeling

You never close your eyes anymore when I hit your helm.
You've been beat upon by the knights of a dozen realms.

You're trying hard not to show it. (Squire!)
But Squire, the Marshals all know it.

You've lost all sense of feeling,
Whoa, all sense of feeling.
Those blows should have you reeling,
But they're, tip, glance, light, low-ow-oh.