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THE SONGBOOK OF MISTRESS SIR TRUDE LACKLANDIA PART TWO * FLOWER OF THE DESERT BALDWIN OF EREBOR C DM F C ONE COLD WINTER'S EVENING, I STOPPED AT AN INN EM F I MET A BOLD CAPTAIN, A LEADER OF MEN A C EM F HE ASKED ME TO JOIN HIM, FOR HE WAS ALONE DM F C AND AS WE SAT DRINKING, HE SPOKE OF HIS HOME C EM F CHORUS: OH FLOWER OF THE DESERT, FULL WELL MAY YOU BOAST DM C PROUD FATHER OF KINGDOMS, FROM MOUNTAIN TO COAST EM F THE LAND OF THE PHOENIX YOUR WORKS HAVE BEEN FELT DM F C OH FLOWER OF THE DESERT, ATENVELDT WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN AND STILL IN MY PRIME MY LIFE STRETCHED BEFORE ME, I'D PLENTY OF TIME BUT NOW I'M AN OLD MAN, AND NUMBER MY DAYS AND I THINK OF MY HOMELAND, THAT SEEMS SO FAR AWAY CHORUS I'VE FOLLOWED THE WARS NOW, FOR MANY A YEAR ROLLED PLENTY OF WENCHES, DRUNK AN OCEAN OF BEER LIVED MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST AS A SOLDIER MUST DO BUT I'D TRADE IT ALL FREELY FOR THE ATENVELT BLUE CHORUS THE FIRE DIED TO EMBERS, HE DRANK STEADILY ON WHEN I WOKE IN THE MORNING, THE CAPTAIN WAS GONE BUT I THINK ON HIS STORY, WHEREVER I BIDE WHAT A BEAUTIFUL KINGDOM, TO INSPIRE SUCH PRIDE * FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW BRUTE MACAYER HOLD YOUR FACE, BROODIN' OVER THE OLD DISGRACE THAT BLACK FITZWILLIAM STORMED YOUR PLACE, AND DROVE YOU TO THE FURDIN GRAY SAID VICTORY WAS SURE, SOON THE FIREBRAND HE'D SECURE UNTIL HE MET AT GLEN MOOR, FIACH McHUGH O'BYRNE CHORUS: CURSE AND SWEAR LORD KILDARE, FIACH WILL DO WHAT FIACH WILL DARE NOW FITZWILLIAM HAVE A CARE, FALLIN' IS YOUR STAR LOW UP WITH HALBERD OUT WITH SWORD, ON WE GO FORTH BY THE LORD FIACH McHUGH HAS GIVEN THE WORD, FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW SEE THE SWORDS OF CLAN O'MALL, THEY'RE FLASHIN' OVER THE ENGLISH PALES SEE ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE GALES, BENEATH O'BYRNE'S BANNERS ROOSTER OF A FIGHTING STOCK, WOULD YOU LET A SAXON COCK CROW OUT UPON AN IRISH ROCK? FLY UP AND TEACH HIM MANNERS! CHORUS FROM TOSAGART TO CLONMORE THERE FLOWS A STREAM OF SAXON GORE WELL GREAT IS RORY OG O'MORE AT SENDIN' THE LOONS TO HADES WHITE IS SICK, GRAY IS FLED, NOW FOR BLACK FITZWILLIAM'S HEAD WE'LL SEND IT OVER DRIPPIN' RED, TO QUEEN LIZA AND HER LADIES * FOUR GREEN FIELDS D A7 D G D "WHAT DID I HAVE?" SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN A7 D BM EM A7 "WHAT DID I HAVE?" THIS PROUD WOMAN DID SAY D A BM D G A "I HAD FOUR GREEN FIELDS EACH ONE WAS A JEWEL D A BM G A BUT STRANGERS CAME AND TRIED TO TAKE THEM FROM ME D A D G D I HAD FINE STRONG SONS WHO FOUGHT TO SAVE MY JEWELS G D A D THEY FOUGHT AND THEY DIED AND THAT IS MY GRIEF." SAID SHE LONG TIME AGO SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN LONG TIME AGO THIS PROUD OLD WOMAN DID SAY THERE WAS WAR AND DEATH PLUNDERING AND PILLAGE MY CHILDREN STARVED NEAR THE MOUNTAIN VALLEY AND SEA AND THEIR WAILING CRIES SHUT THE VERY HEAVENS AND MY FOUR GREEN FIELDS RAN RED WITH THEIR BLOOD SAID SHE WHAT HAVE I NOW SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN WHAT HAVE I NOW THIS PROUD OLD WOMAN DID SAY I HAVE FOUR GREEN FIELDS ONE OF THEM'S IN BONDAGE IN STRANGERS HANDS WHO TRIED TO TAKE IT FROM ME BUT MY SONS HAVE SONS AS BRAVE AS WERE THEIR FATHERS AND MY FOUR GREEN FIELDS SHALL BLOOM ONCE AGAIN SAID SHE * Frantic SCA (Words by .. Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury) (Tune .. Harried Leisure Class) We Hurry To All These Events As If We're On A Quest And We're So Busy Having Fun That We've No Time To Rest Oh, There's Swords To Swing And Bows To String And New Garb To Display There Are So Many Things To Do When You're In The SCA No Time Have We For Sitting Back And Twiddling Our Toes For There's A War To Fight Next Week And We Just Have To Go For All The Knights Will Be There We Just Can't Stay Away We Have Our Feudal Obligations When We're In The SCA We're Going To Have Our Own Event In Just A Week Or Two The Autocrat's A Nervous Wreck And We Don't Know What To Do We Toil All Night With Frantic Haste And Sleep At Work The Next Day For We All Do Our Part When We're In The SCA So Much There Is We Have To Do There Is Simply Is No Way Were So Tired From Rushing About {Slowly Now} I'd Scarcely Call It Play We'll Be Peers Before We're Thirty If We Live To See That Day {Faster} But It'll Be A Lot Of Fun 'Cause We're In The SCA * GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN D BM AS I WAS A-GOIN' OVER GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN G D I SPIED COL. FARRELL AND HIS MONEY HE WAS COUNTI' BM FIRST I DREW MY PISTOLS AND THEN I DREW MY RAPIER G D SAYIN' STAND AND DELIVER FOR I AM A BOLD DECEIVER A7 CHORUS: MUSHA - RINGUM DURAM DA D WHACK FOL THE DADDY-O G WHACK FOL THE DADDY-O D A7 D THERE'S WHISKEY IN THE JAR HE COUNTED OUT HIS MONEY AND IT MADE A PRETTY PENNY I PUT IT IN MY POCKET TO TAKE HOME TO DARLIN' JENNY SHE SIGHED AND SWORE SHE LOVED ME AND NEVER WOULD DECEIVE ME BUT THE DEVIL TAKE THE WOMEN THEY ALWAYS LIE SO EASY CHORUS I WENT INTO MY CHAMBER ALL FOR TO TAKE A SLUMBER TO DREAM OF GOLD AND GIRLS AND OF COURSE IT WAS NO WONDER THAT JENNY TOOK MY CHARGES AND FILLED THEM UP WITH WATER CALLED ON COL. FARRELL TO GET READY FOR THE SLAUGHTER CHORUS NEXT MORNIN' EARLY AFORE I ROSE TO TRAVEL UP CAME A BAND OF FOOTMEN AND LIKEWISE COL. FARRELL I GOES TO DRAW MY PISTOLS FOR SHE 'D STOLE AWAY MY RAPIER BUT A PRISONER I WAS TAKEN I COULDN'T SHOOT THE WATER CHORUS THEY PUT ME INTO JAIL WITH THE JUDGE ALL A WRITIN' ROBBIN' COL. FARRELL ON GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN BUT THEY DIDN'T TAKE MY FISTS SO I KNOCKED THE JAILOR DOWN AND BID A FAREWELL TO THIS TIGHTFISTED TOWN CHORUS I'D LIKE TO FIND MY BROTHER, THE ONE THAT'S IN THE ARMY I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S STATIONED IN CORK OR IN KILLARNEY TOGETHER WE'LL GO ROVIN' OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF KILKENNEY AND I SWEAR HE'LL TREAT ME FAIRER THAN MY DARLIN' SPORTIN' JENNY CHORUS THERE'S SOME TAKES DELIGHT IN THE CARRIAGES A ROLLIN' SOME TAKES DELIGHT IN THE HURLEY OR THE BOWLIN' BUT I TAKES DELIGHT IN THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY COURTIN' PRETTY MAIDS IN THE MORNIN' O SO EARLY * GOLDEN VANITY G D7 EM OH THERE IS A LOFTY SHIP AND SHE SAILS ON THE SEA AM D D7 AND THE NAME OF THAT SHIP IT WAS THE GOLDEN VANITY G D7 EM AND SHE FEARED SHE WOULD BE TAKEN BY A TURKISH ENEMY AM D G EM AND SHE SAILED ON THE LOWLAND, LOWLAND LOW AM D7 G SHE SAILED ON THE LOWLAND SEA THEN UP STEPS A CABIN BOY JUST THE AGE OF TWELVE AND THREE AND SAYS TO THE SKIPPER WHAT WILL YOU GIVE TO ME IF I SWIM ALONG SIDE OF THE TURKISH ENEMY AND I SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA O I WILL GIVE YOU SILVER AND I WILL GIVE YOU GOLD AND THE HAND OF MY DAUGHTER IF YOU WILL BE SO BOLD AS TO SWIM ALONGSIDE OF THAT TURKISH ENEMY AND SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA WELL THE BOY HE MADE ALL READY AND OVERBOARD JUMPED HE AND HE SWAM ALONGSIDE OF THAT TURKISH ENEMY AND WITH HIS LITTLE DRIVEN TOOL HE BORE'D HOLES THREE AND HE SANK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW SANK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA AND WHEN HE WAS ALL FINISHED BACK AGAIN SWAM HE AND HE HOLLERED TO THE SKIPPER TO HAUL HIM FROM THE SEA BUT THE SKIPPER WOULD NOT HEED FOR HIS DAUGHTER HE DID NEED AND HE LEFT HIM IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW LEFT HIM IN THE LOWLAND SEA. * THE GREAT CHICKEN HUNT - LODI AS X - STONE OF STONECROFT (THE LOWLANDS LOW) D WE SOUGHT OUT THE CHICKEN G YELLOW RED AND BLACK D G A7 SOUGHT THEM OUT DOWN IN LODI D WE SLEW AND WE SLAUGHTERED G CHICKENS LEFT AND RIGHT D A7 D WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT G D A7 D CHORUS: A CHICKEN HUNT A CHICKEN HUNT A7 D WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT WITH BEATERS AND FLUSHERS AND A MIGHTY HOUND ARROWS AND SLINGSTONES ABOUNDED LANCES ON HORSEBACK NEEDING ALL WE'VE GOT WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT CHORUS THE CHICKENS DID CACKLE AND FLY INTO A TREE DEFYING US ALL FROM THAT FORTRESS DUKE PAUL WITH HIS SLINGSTONE STORMED THAT MIGHTY WALL SAVING US OUR CHICKEN HUNT CHORUS WE CHASED DOWN THE CHICKENS THROUGH THE FIELDS OF GRAPE CHASED THEM RIGHT DOWN TO THE EARTH BUT THEY ARE MUCH SMALLER TURNING ON A DIME NO QUARTER ON OUR CHICKEN HUNT CHORUS THE ARCHERS WERE LINED UP A GUANTLET FOR THE BIRDS THEY RAN IT WITHOUT ANY FEARING THE ARROWS WERE SHOT OUT HITTING CLODS OF EARTH FOULING UP OUR CHICKEN HUNT CHORUS A CHICKEN ATTACKED US TALONS BEAK AND SPURS GREYHELM, THE HERO, STEPPED FORTH SHOT DOWM THE CHICKEN CUTTING OFF ITS HEAD A VICTORY ON OUR CHICKEN HUNT CHORUS A GREAT STEW WAS COOKED UP SIMMERED ON THE FIRE POTATOES AND BEANS AND THE LOSER WE ALL PRAISED OUR GREAT DUKE WONDERED AT HIS DEED LORDY WHAT A CHICKEN HUNT! * THE GREAT SILKIE CHILD'S G F G AN EARTHY NOURIS SITS AND SINGS EM AM D BM AND AYE SHE SINGS BA LILLY WEAN C BM AM EM LITTLE KEN I THE BAIRNY'S FATHER AM EM F G FAR LESS THE LAND WHERE HE STEPS IN THEN IN STEPS HE TO HER BED FIT AND A GRUMLY GUEST I'M SURE IS HE SAYING HERE I AM THE BAIRNY'S FATHER ALTHOUGH I BE NOT COMELY I AM A MAN UPON THE LAND I AM A SILKIE IN THE SEA AND WHEN I'M FAR AND FAR FROM LAND MY HOME IS IN THE SULE SKERRY IT IS NOT WELL QUOTH THE MAIDEN FAIR IT IS NOT WELL INDEED QUOTH SHE THAT THE GREAT SILKIE OF SULE SKERRY SHOULD HAVE COME AND BROUGHT A BAIRN TO ME THE HE HAS TAKEN A PURSE OF GOLD AND HE HAS PUT IT ON HER KNEE SAYING GIVE TO ME MY FINE YOUNG SON AND TAKE THEE THY NURSING FEE IT SHALL COME TO PASS ON A SUMMERS DAY WHEN THE SUN SHINES HOT ON EVERY STONE THAT I SHALL TAKE MY FINE YOUNG SON AND TEACH HIM FOR TO SWIM THE FOAM AND YOU SHALL MARRY A GUNNER PROUD A RIGHT FINE GUNNER I'M SURE YOU'LL BE AND THE VERY FIRST SHOT THAT DAY HE'LL SHOOT HE'LL KILL BOTH MY YOUNG SON AND ME ALAS, ALAS THE MAIDEN CRIED THIS WEARY FATE'S BEEN LAID FOR ME AND THEN SHE SAID AND THEN SHE SAID I'LL BURY ME IN THE SULE SKERRY * GREENSLEEVES C G CHORUS: GREENSLEEVES WAS ALL MY JOY AM E GREENSLEEVES WAS MY DELIGHT C G GREENSLEEVES MY HEART OF GOLD AM E AM WHO BUT MY LADY GREENSLEEVES AM G ALAS MY LOVE YOU DO ME WRONG AM E TO CAST ME OFF SO DISCOURTEOUSLY AM G FOR I HAVE LOVED YOU SO LONG AM E AM DELIGHTING IN YOUR COMPANY CHORUS I HAVE BEEN READY AT YOUR HAND TO GRANT WHATEVER YOU WOULD CRAVE I HAVE BOTH WAGED LIFE AND LAND YOUR LOVE AND GOODWILL TO HAVE CHORUS I BOUGHT THEE KERCHERS TO THY HEAD THAT WERE WROUGHT FINE AND GALLANTLY I KEPT THEEBOTH AT BOARD AND BED WHICH COST MY PURSE WELL FAVOREDLY CHORUS I BOUGHT THEE PETTICOATS OF THE BEST THE CLOTH SO FINE AS MIGHT BE I GAVE THEE JEWELS FOR THY CHEST ALL THIS COST I HAVE SPENT ON THEE CHORUS THY SMOCK OF SILK BOTH FAIR AND WHITE WITH GOLD EMBROIDERED GORGEOUSLY THY PETTICOAT OF SENDAL RIGHT ALL THUS I BOUGHT THEE GLADLY CHORUS THY GIRDLE OF THE GOLD SO RED WITH PEARLS BEDECKED SUMPTOUSLY THE LIKE NO OTHER LASSES HAD AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THY PURSE AND EKE, THY GAY GILT KNIVES THY PINCASE GALLANT TO THE EYE NO BETTER WORE THE BURGESS WIVES AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THY CRIMSON STOCKINGS ALL OF SILK WITH GOLD ALL WROUGHT ABOVE THE KNEE THY PUMPS AS WHITE AS WAS THE MILK AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THY GOWM WAS OF THE GRASSIE GREEN THY SLEEVS OF SATIN HANGING BY THAT MADE THEE BE OUR HARVEST QUEEN AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THY GARTERS FRINGED WITH THE GOLD AND SILVER AGLETS HANGING BY WHICH MADE THEE BLITHE FOR TO BEHOLD AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS C G MY MEN WERE CLOTHE'D ALL IN GREEN AM E AND THEY DID EVER WAIT ON THEE C G NO LADY EVER WAS SO BRAVE AM E AM AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THEY SET THEE UP THEY TOOK THEE DOWN THEY SERVED THEE WITH HUMILITY THY FOOT MIGHT NOT ONCE TOUCH THE GROUND AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS FOR EVERY MORNING WHEN THOU ROSE I SENT THEE DAINTIES ORDERLY TO CHEER THY STOMACH FROM ALL WOES AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS THOU COULDST DESIRE NO EARTHLY THING BUT STILL THOU HADST IT READILY THY MUSIC FOR TO PLAY AND SING AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME CHORUS AND WHO DID PAY FOR ALL THIS GEAR THAT THOU DIDST SPEND WHEN PLEASED THEE EVEN I THAT AM REJECTED HERE AND THOU DISDAINEST TO LOVE ME CHORUS YOUR VOWS YOU'VFE BROKEN LIKE MY HEART O WHY DID YOU SO ENRAPTURE ME NOW I REMAIN IN A WORLD APART BUT MY LOVE REMAINS IN CAPTIVITY CHORUS WILL I WILL PRAY TO GOD ON HIGH THAT THOU MY CONSTANCY MAYST SEE AND YET THAT ONCE BEFORE I DIE THOU WILT VOUCHSAFE TO LOVE ME CHORUS GREENSLEEVES NOW FAREWELL ADIEU GOD I PRAY TO PROSPER THEE FOR I AM STILL THY LOVER TRUE COME ONCE AGAIN AND LOVE ME * GREENSLEEVES II MASTER TELBOVRNE MONINGSTAR AM G ALAS, MY LADY YOU'VE DONE ME DIRT AM E YOU'VE SEWN GREEN SLEEVES TO MY PURPLE SHIRT AM G AND THEN YOU'VE DONE ME WORSE THAN THAT AM E AM YOU'VE MADE ME GO OUT AND WEAR IT C G CHORUS: OH, WHAT A DISMAL FATE AM AM TO BE SEEN AT EVENTS IN THIS TERRIBLE STATE C G OH HOW I WISH I COULD COME LATE AM E AM SAY SEVEN ***** AFTER IT'S OVER ***** = 1st DAY 2nd WEEK 3rd MONTH 4th YEAR 5th CENTURY ALAS MY LADY I'M BORN TO LOSE YOU'VE SEWN PINK BOWS TO MY PURPLE SHOES YOU,VE DONE MY HAIR UP IN WAVES AND CURLS MY MOTHER THINKS I'M A GIRL CHORUS ALAS MY LADY WHY DID YOU THINK? MY CLOAK WOULD LOOK NICE IN THAT SHADE OF PINK YOU'VE DECKED ME OVER IN BOBBINS AND LACE MY COSTUMES BECOME A DISGRACE CHORUS ALAS MY LADY I'VE BEEN BEREAVED SOMEONE'S JUST INSULTED MY BEAUTIFUL SLEEVE HE'S QUESTIONED MY TASTE IN EVERY WAY MY GOD, HE SAID I MUST BE GAY CHORUS ALAS MY LOVE YOU'VE DONE ME WRONG YOU'VE MADE MY TUNIC MUCH TOO LONG YOU'VE MADE IT 7' 10" OR MORE IT DRAGS ACROSS THE FLOOR CHORUS * THE GYPSY ROVER C G7 C G7 THE GYPSY ROVER CAME OVER THE HILL C G7 C G7 DOWN THROUGH THE VALLEY SO SHADY C G7 C F HE WHISTLED AND HE SANG TILL THE GREEN WOODS RANG C F CFC AND HE WON THE HEART OF A LADY C G7 C G7 CHORUS: AH DEE DO AH DEE DO DAH DAY C G7 C G7 AH DEE SO AH DEE DAY DEE C G7 C F HE WHISTLED AND HE SANG TILL THE GREEN WOODS RANG C F CFC AND HE WON THE HEART OF A LADY SHE LEFT HER FATHER'S CASTLE GATE SHE LEFT HER FAIR YOUNG LOVER SHE LEFT HERSERVANTS AND ESTATE TO FOLLOW HER GYSPY ROVER CHORUS SHE CAME AT LAST TO A MANSION FINE DOWN BY THE RIVE CLADY THERE WAS MUSIC, THERE WAS WINE ALL FOR THE GYPSY AND HIS LADY CHORUS HER FATHER SADDLED HIS FASTEST STEED AND RANGED THE VALLEYS OVER HE SOUGHT HIS DAUGHTER AT GREAT SPEED AND THE WHISTLING GYPSY ROVER CHOURS HE IS NO GYPSY FATHER DEAR BUT LORD OF THESE LANDS ALL OVER I'M GOING TO STAY TILL MY DYING DAY WITH MY WHISTLING GYPSY ROVER * HAEC TERRA G C G HAEC TERR(A) EST TUA, HAEC TERR(A) EST MEA D7 G EX CALIFORNIA AD PENNSYLVANIAM C G EX RUFIS SILVIS AD AQUAS SINUS D7 G HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST PEDUM MEORUM GRADUS SEQEBAR AD DEAERTUM PULER(ES) GURDENTES ATQUE CANTABAT VOX CIRCA ME HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST CUM AMBULAREM IN ARCTA VIA VIDI SUPRA ME SEMTERNUM COELUM VIDI INFRA ME AUREAS VALLES HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST CUM SOL LUCERET ET AMBUAM TRITICUM JACT(A) RET ET PULVIS FLARET CUM NEBUL(A) SURGERET ET VOX DICTARET HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST * The Hero of Fallshire Fair David of Bagula, Rodger of Golliard Deep in a forest of green and mist A Knight clad in armor and shield His lance tilted high and his sword close by Come forth to the tournament field Come dance with me to the hill-country To a place in the shade of the trees I'll meet you there at the Fallshire Fair Where time is whenever you please The dancers were circling their hands were all joined As the knight watched them gaily go round One maiden fair was there who was passing fair And she caused his heart to pound Come dance with me in the hill-country All under the flowering trees Come dance with me there at the Fallshire Fair Where time is whenever you please He went to the maid when the dance had played And he made her an offer so fine Come you hand-in-hand to the merchant's stand A scarf of fine silk shall be thine Fine scarves to wear, for your lady fair! You'll never find better than these Fine scarves to wear at the Fallshire Fair Where time is whenever you please Then onto the tourneyfield strode this knight And issued a challenge so bold If any man 'round claims the victor's crown Stand forth your claim to uphold So sword met shield in the hill-country All under the trembling trees But none over there at the Fallshire Fair Could bring this bold knight to his knees Then unto his lady this knight did go Bestow me your favor said he I'll love no man only for fighting sir But write me a song and I'll see Come sing me a song of the hill-country Of a place in the shade of the trees And I'll join you there at the Fallshire Fair Where time is whenever you please * The Highwayman Alfred Noyes - Phil Ochs Em G C The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, Em G C D The moon was a ghostly galleaon tossed upon cloudy seas Em G Cd The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, Em G B7 Em And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding- C G C D The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door. Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred; He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there But the landlord's black eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's daughter Plating a red love-knot into her long black hair. "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight, But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light; Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day, Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon; And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor, A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching- King George's men came marching, up to the old inn door. They tied her up to attention, with many a sickening jest, And they bound a musket beside her, with the barrel to her breast. "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say, "Look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way." "Look for me by moonlight." The hoof-beats ringing clear. "Watch for me by moonlight." Were they deaf they did not hear? Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, her musket shattered the moonlight Shattered her breast in the moonlight, and warned him - with her death. He turned, he spurred him westward; he did not know who stood Bowed with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own red blood. Not 'til the dawn he heard it; his face grew gray to hear How Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter, Had watched for her love by moonlight, and died in the darkness there. Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky, With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier brandished high! Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat, When they shot him down on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat. And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding- A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door. * HYMN TO ST BUNSTABLE DIEDRIE MULDOWNEY (GREENSLEEVES) AM G BUNSTABLE WAS A FRIAR WHO LIVED AM E AND PRAYED IN THE ABBEY OF LECHBURY AM G HIS TASK IT WAS TO GUARD THE CASKS AM E AM AND HE WORKED AT THIS DILIGENTLY C G CHOURS: ST BUNSTABLE WAS A HOLY MAN AM E HIS SPIRIT LIT WITH A BURNING FLAME C G LET US GLOW LIKE ST BUNSTABLE AM E AM AND DRINK YET ONE MORE TOAST TO HIS NAME NOHOLY DAY OR FEASTWOULD EVER CAUSE THIS FRIAR HIS JOB TO SHIRK SUMMER WINTER FALL AND SPRING DAY AND NIGHT DID SPEND AT HIS WORK CHOURS THE LAND OF THE ABBEY KNEW NAUGHT BUT PEACE AND WITH JOYOUS HEARTS ALL DID GREET EACH MORN TILL UP THE RIVER IN A DRAGON SHIP CAME THE VIKING THE TERRIBLE BJORN CHOURS THE MONKS IN TERROR DID GATHER UP THEIR GOODS AND FLEE TO ESCAPE THEIR FATE BUT BUNSTABLE PRONE ON THE CELLAR FLOOR DID NOT ROUSE UNTIL IT WAS TO LATE CHOURS COME OUT FAT PRIEST CRIED THE VIKING CHIEF THIS CHRISTIAN BUILDING I'LL SET AFIRE BUT BUNSTABLE SAT BY THE COGNAC VAT AND DREAMT OF THE HEAVENLY CHOIR CHOURS WAIT SAID THE VIKINGS, THERE'S TREASURE GREAT THE MONKS KEEP IT HID IN THE CELLAR THERE BJORN TOOK A TORCH AND WENT DOWN TO LOOK HE RETURNED WITHOUT ANY HAIR CHOURS AND THE ANGELS SANG TO ST BUNSTABLE AS HEAVENWARD HE ROSE ON THE WINGS OF THE BLAST WELCOME MARTYR TO HIM THEY CRIED FEW HAVE RISEN TO HEAVEN SO FAST * The King Is Dead (Words .. Robert Grey) (Tune .. Jimmey Cracked Corn) The King Is Dead, This Much We Fear, He's Layed Out On His Royal Bier, He's Stretched Out Stiff As Any Board, And We Can't Find The Royal Horde. Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, But He Hid His Treasure Away. Orlando Storms And Stomps Around, But Larrys Treasure Can't Be Found, Micheala Who Is Ex-Princess, Is Forced To Reign Quite Penniless. Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, But He Hid Her Treasure Away. The Gold We'd Like To Have Around, But Larry Also Hid The Crown, And Everyone Cried Look At That They've Crowned Orlando With A Hat Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, But He Hid Our Crown Away. Orlando's Sure It Is No Joke, To Reign When He Is Stone Cold Broke, He Cannot Reign In Royal Fame, Without A Penny To His Name. Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Orlando's Broke Today. The Exchequer She Wasn't Lax, She Had The King Declare A Tax, They Sent The Knights Out To Collect, And None Of Them Have Come Back Yet. Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, We'll Pay No Tax Today. * The Kings Lost Crown (Words .. Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury) (Tune .. MacIntyre) Some Friends And I At The War Last Year Were Drinking Quite A Bit Of Ale When Into The Tent A Squire Ran His Face all Drawn And Pale "What's Wrong" Says John "Was The War Called Off ?" "Has The Pensic Inn Burned Down ?" "Your Bleeding Inn Be Buggered" Says He "The King Has Lost His Crown " "What Ho " Says John "Here's A Bit Of Sport, And I Don't Think You'll Mind Let's Search The Camp If The Crown's Not There Then Who Knows What We'll Find So We All Took Off On Our Grand Old Hunt To Find The King's Gold Crown And We Took The Camp By The Ears That Night And Turned It Upside Down Well There We Were Clad In Fur The Tuchux Could Not Spare "More, More", The Ladies Cried While They Stood Around All Bare And That's Just Part Of The Loot We Got The King Shouted "Where's My Crown " That's The Only Thing We Couldn't Find When The Camp Turned Upside Down Well James Went Looking Thru The Horde's Big Camp And Their Standard Took His Eye When They Found It Gone, For The Very First Time We Saw A Mongol Cry For The Heck Of It We Searched The Inn And Every Drink To The Dregs But We Couldn't Find The Bloody Crown Though We Emptied All The Kegs Well, There Was John, Pink Gown On And James In The Khan's Fur Hat "Hold, Hold", The Marshals Cried "You Can't Fight A War Like That" Oh Who Gives A Damn, It's All A Game The King Shouted "Where's My Crown " That's The Only Thing We Couldn't Find When The Camp Turned Upside Down And Then There Came A Frightful Scream Squire John Beat A Fast Retreat He Came Running From The Ladies Shower His Face Red Like A Beet Well The Queens Got Miffed And Called The Knights And They Chased Us Round And Round We Were Having Quite A Merry Old Brawl When The Crown Was Finally Found Well There Was The Crown, Upside Down Along With The King's Royal Breeks "Oh No ", The King Exclaimed "I Left Them Down By The Creek" So We Fetched Them Back To Our Royal Liege But Little Thanks We Got I Fear "Ah Boys", He Said, As He Put Them On "Do You Think You Could Find Some Beer ?" * Knights in White Satin (Words by .. Robert Grey and the Shire) (Tune .. Knights in White Satin) Knights in White Satin, Riding Thru the Wood All of Them Paladins, All Lawful Good Each With a Holy Sword, And Magic Shield With These to Fight With, Against Evil to Wield Cause God Loves Them Yes God Loves Them Oh How God Loves Them Gazing at Balrogs, And Demon Kind Hacking and Slashing, Just to Unwind Cleansing the City, Of It's Dark Foe Then Into the Sunset, On a New Quest They Go Say God Loves You Our God Loves You Our Gods Love You Knights in White Satin, Drive Thru the Plains Ignoring the Snowstorms, Scorning the Rain Fighting for Justice, Fighting for Right Fearing no Darkness, Serving the Light God is With them God is With them Their God is With Them A Knight in White Satin, Lies Dead on the Field Broken His Blessed Sword, Shattered His Shield Beside Him a Horrid Foe, A Foe of the Light Slain at the Cost of, the Blood of One Knight God Be With Him God Be With Him God Be With Him And Them With Their God ... Oh .. Ah .. Amen * Text Of A Letter To Drachenwald (Words by .. Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury) (Tune .. My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean) My Lord We Have Great News To Tell You Too Wonderful Simply To Write While You've Been Away At The Crusades Your Lady's Been Learning to Fight Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord It's True She's a Delicate Creature A Vision Of Sweetness And Light We Know That It's Hard To Believe, But Your Lady's Been Learning To Fight Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord With A Sword Of Rattan Wrapped In Duct Tape In Armor And Helmet So Bright You'd Better Start Practicing Quickly Your Lady Is Learning To Fight Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord So Polish Up Weapons And Armor And Hone Up Your Skills To Their Height And Say A Few Prayers While Your At It Your Lady Has Learned How To Fight Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord So This Puts An End To Carousing No More You'll Go Wenching All Night We're Sorry For The Inconvienence But We've Taught Your Lady To Fight Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord We Know That You May Not Believe It She Once Was So Timid And Meek But You'd Better Get Used To It Quickly Cause She Won Crown Tourney Last Week Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord So We Thought We'd Send You A Letter And Spare You A Terrible Scene Of Returning At Last To Your Homeland To Find Out That You Are The Queen Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord * THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE SIR CIPRIANO DE ALVAREZ I'VE ARMORED UP A THOUSAND TIMES FOR COUNTRY AND FOR KING AND MANY'S THE TALE THAT I COULD TELL OR SONG THAT I COULD SING I'VE FOUGHT IN BELTANE'S DRIVING RAIN AND STRUGGLED FOR EACH BREATH AT SALT WARS AND OLENO WHERE WE DAMN NEAR FROZE TO DEATH I'VE HAD MY SHARE OF BRUISES AND I'VE WATCHED THE ARROWS FLY BUT THE STRANGEST THING THAT I'VE EVER SEEN WAS THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE HE STOOD A TOWERING SEVEN FEET A GAINT AMONG MEN HIS ARMOUR WAS OF TWELVE GUAGE STEEL HIS HIDE IT WAS OF TEN FROM A LAND MOST FAR AWAY HE CAME THEIR CHAMPION AND KING AND MANY CRAFTY WAYS HE HAD TO MAKE YOUR HELMET RING THE BATTLE LINES THEY SOON WERE JOINED AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE I WAS LOCKED IN SINGLE COMBAT WITH THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE WE CIRCLED ROUND A TIME OR TWO THEN I OPENED UP THE SHOW WITH AN UNDERHANDED WRIST SHOT WHICH IS STILL MY FAVORITE BLOW HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO BLOCK JUST BROUGHT THAT GREATSWORD DOWN AND SPLIT MY HELM COMPLETELY FROM THE CHIN UP TO THE CROWN AND THOUGH MY SWORD WAS STILL ENTRAPPED IN THE DENT MADE IN HIS SIDE "WHAT A MIGHTY KNIGHT" HIS PEOPLE CHEERED "IS THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE" FULL FOUR AND TWENTY FIGHTERS FELL BEFORE HIS AWESOME MIGHT AND THOUGH MANY BLOWS DID LAND IT SEEMS THAT EVERY ONE WAS LIGHT THE BATTLE SOON WAS OVER AND BY GOD'S OWN BLOOD HE WENT OFF TO THE SIDES TO DOFF HIS GEAR AND HAMMER OUT THE DENT'S THE SECOND BATTLE SOON BEGAN AND I TOOK ANOTHER TRY BEARING A SWORD NAMED "RHINO'S BANE" FOR THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE FOR "RHINO'S BANE" WAS A SPECIAL BLADE IMMORTAL FOR THE OOW AND IF HE HAD NOT FELT THOSE BLOWS HE'D DAMN WELL FEEL ONE NOW! THREE FEET OF RATTEN I CENTER DRILLED THEN HOLLOWED OUT THE HEAD AND FILLED THAT HOLE WITH SIX OR MAYBE SEVEN POUNDS OF LEAD A SINGLE SHOT WAS ALL I'D GET I RAISED THAT SWORD ON HIGH AND BURIED IT WITHIN THE HELM OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE HE DIDN'T EVEN BAT AN EYE JUST CALMLY STRUCK ME DOWN AND THEN WENT ON TO CLEAR THE FIELD OF SQUIRES, KNIGHTS, AND CROWN I POUNDERED WHY THIS MAN WAS NOT A'STRETCHED OUT ON THE DIRT I GUESS A HEAD SHOT DOES NO GOOD WITH NOTHING THERE TO HURT THE THIRD ENGAGEMENT WAS DELAYED TO GIVE THE CHIURGEON'S TIME TO PRY THE SWORD FROM OUT THE HEAD OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE A BATTLE DEEP WITHIN THE WOODS WAS THE LAST FIGHT OF THE DAY AND THE MEN REMAINING ON MY SIDE WENT ON THEIR KNEES TO PRAY "OH LORD IF YOU CARE FOR US ALLOW YOUR MOON TO FALL UPON THIS MAN FOR THAT WOULD BE THE ONLY BLOW HE'D CALL" BUT AS WE MARCHED ATOP A HILL A PLAN OCCURRED WHICH I THOUGHT MAYBE COULD LEAD TO THE DEATH OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE UPON THE HILL THERE LAY A STONE A FULL SIX FEET IN GIRTH "OH GATHER ROUND MY FIGHTERS BOLD WE'LL BRING THIS MAN TO EARTH!" TEN STALWART LADS I NEED WITH ME TO STRIKE THE FINIAL BLOW WHILE THE REST SHALL KEEP BEHEMOTH HERE OCCUPIED BELOW AND WHEN HE TRIES TO FIGHT YOU FROM UP ABOVE WILL FLY THIS BOULDER FULL UPON THE FRAME OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE IT HAPPENED JUST AS I FORSAW FROM OUT THE WOODS HE RAN AND STOPPED THERE RIGHT BELOW US AS ACCORDING TO THE PLAN THE MEN BELOW FOUGHT BRAVELY WHILE THE MEN ABOVE DID STRAIN TO SEND THAT BOULDER FROM THE HILL ONTO HIS ALLEGED BRAIN AT LAST THE STONE IT STIRRED TO LIFE AND WITH A FINAL PRY WE SENT THAT BOULDER ON IT'S WAY TO THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE KNOCKING TREES TO LEFT AND RIGHT THAT FEARSOME MISSLE SPED AND WITH A FINAL BOUNCE IT CAME TO REST UPON HIS HEAD HIS ARMS AND LEGS WERE ALL THAT WE COULD SEE BENEATH THE STONE BUT WHEN WE CAME FROM ATOP THE HILL WE HEARD OUR VICTIM GROAN ASTOUNDED ROUND HIM 'BOUT WE STOOD AS THE DAY BLED INTO NIGHT AND HEARD HIM SAY ONE FINAL TIME "MY LORDS THAT BLOW WAS LIGHT!" * Knight Marshal's Lament (Words by .. Robert Grey And The Shire) (Tune .. Johnny I Hardly Knew You) Welcome Friends To Border Vale (Hurroo, Hurroo) Welcome Friends To Border Vale (Hurroo, Hurroo) Welcome Friends To Border Vale Our Fighters Spirit We All Hail And In A Battle They Can't Fail They All Come From Ft. Gordon We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield That These In Battle They Might Wield But They All Go Far Afield They All Come From Ft. Gordon We Train By Day We Train By Night (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Train By Day We Train By Night (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Train By Day We Train By Night Until They're Masters In How To Fight Then The Army Puts Them On A Flight They All Come From Ft. Gordon We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground (Hurroo, Hurroo) We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground A Better Crew Cannot Be Found But When We Need Them They're Not Around They All Come From Ft. Gordon The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam (Hurroo, Hurroo) The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam (Hurroo, Hurroo) The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam I Feel Safe Right Where I Am Except One's Now In Amsterdam They All Come From Ft. Gordon Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold They Fight Like The Very Heroes Of Old But Their Location Cannot Be Told They All Come From Ft. Gordon Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called But We On The Border Stand Appalled Our Fighters Are Mostly In Drachenwald They All Came From Ft. Gordon Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue (Hurroo, Hurroo) Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue But We Won't Make A Big To-Do They'll All Be Back In A Year Or Two They'll Come Back To Ft. Gordon * END OF PART TWO

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