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(MORE) GENERAL SCA SONGS BY VARIOUS AUTHORS
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-trans.: Ioseph of Locksley
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CAMBRIAN DREAM
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-Gwydion PenDerwyn
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copyright probably to Nemeton
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In the mountains of Cambria, by Rhymney's bright stream
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I have oft slept in heather, and dreamed a bright Dream
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No mortal could wake me, nor see what I've seen
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No landscape could ever compare.
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'Twas the Land of my Fathers, unfettered, and free
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Ere the time that the Saxon swept over the Sea
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When mistletoe grew 'neath the shining Oak Tree
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No landscape could ever compare!
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(Chorus): Dreaming of Prydein, asleep on a hill
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When I awaken, will you be there still?
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Oh, Island of Poets, my dreams you can fill
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But never the long waking hours.
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Mighty Poets and Warriors traversed every road
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Leaving stories and legends wherever they strode
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Their pasts are recalled in the humblest abode
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In tales of the sunnier days.
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(Chorus)
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Now my story is ended, my song is all gone
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I have slept thru the evening, and into the dawn
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Yet still, I remember your Face, Albion,
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And your older, and much wiser ways!
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(Chorus)
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GUINIVERE
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-Donovan Leitch
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Guinivere of the Royal Court of Arthur
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Dressed in white velvet, linen and lace.
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The rustle of her gown on the white marble staircase
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Sparkles on fingers, both slender and pale.
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(Chorus): the Jester he sleeps while the Raven he peeps
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thru the dark foreboding skies
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of the Royal Domain.
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Maroon-coloured wine, from the vinyards of Charlemagne
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is sipped by the Queen's Lips, and so tenderly.
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Indigo eyes in the flickering candlelight
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Such is the silence over Royal Camelot.
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(Chorus)
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THE SONG OF GOLIAS
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-John Meyers Meyers
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copyright 1949 (from "Silverlock")
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-tune by Gordon R. Dickson
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I have known both joy and grief, neat, and mixed together
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Cold and Heat I've known, and found both good drinking weather
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Light and Darkness I have known, seldom doubting whether
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Tammuz would return again, when he'd slipped his tether!
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I remember gaudy days when the Year was springing
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Tammuz, Gilgamesh and I, clinking Cups and singing
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Till Ininni sauntered by, skimpy garments clinging
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To her hips, and things like that: Tammuz left us, winging!
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So we welcomed Enkidu when he came to Erech
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He was rough as hickory bark, nothing of the Cleric!
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But his taste in Wine and Ale, THAT was Esoteric!
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And he used a drinking cup that would strain a derrick!
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Khumbaba then felt our strength 'neath the magic Cedars
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And we wrestled Anu's Bull, pride of Heaven's Breeders!
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Thrice we struck, and once he fell, drawing wolves for feeders
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while we strode where drinking men called for expert leaders.
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Tammuz must have joined us there, but he'd just got wedded
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And Ininni (blast the Wench!) hacked him as they bedded
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Such a honeymoon as that, I have always dreaded....
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For a drinking man is...spoiled...once he's been beheaded!
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So we waked him with a will, ale and teardrops pooling
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Then we drank to him for months, while the year was cooling.
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But he came back with the grass! Death was only fooling!
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Tammuz told us: "Fill my Cup! I'm both dry...and drooling!"
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CUP OF WONDER
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-Ian Anderson
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recorded: "Songs from the Wood"
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Jethro Tull
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copyright 1977 Salamander Music
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pub. USA: Chrysalis Music Corp.
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May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour
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But we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's Flower
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For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track
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And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this song that calls them back!
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Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Cup that fills with Red
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Ask the old grey Standing Stones who show the Sun His way to bed
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Question all as to their Ways, and learn the Secrets that they hold
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Walk the lines of Nature's Palm, crossed with Silver and with Gold.
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(Chorus): Pass the Word, and pass the Lady
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Pass the Plate to all who hunger!
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Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom
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Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder!
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Join in Black December's Madness! Lie in August's welcome Corn!
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Stir the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of all that's born!
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For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track
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And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back!
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CUP OF WONDER II
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-variant lyrics by Ioseph of Locksley
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May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the Hour
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But I accept your invitation, and I bring you Beltane's Flower
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For the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track
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And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back!
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Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Sun his way to bed
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Ask the grey and Standing Stones where last they lay their head
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Ask the Lady where She's standing, growing young, and growing old
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Cross the Lines of Nature's Palm, marked with Silver, crossed with Gold
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For the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track
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And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back!
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Ask the Lady where She's standing in the green and growing corn!
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Take the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of all that's born!
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For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track
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And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back!
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So, pass the Cup, and pass the Lady!
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Pass the Plate to all who hunger!
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Pass the Wit of Ancient Wisdom
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Pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder!
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(repeat verse 1)
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ANNA THEA
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-Anonymous (PD)
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tune: Lydia Wood
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recorded by Judy Collins
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Lazlo Thea stole a stallion
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Stole him from the Misty Mountain
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And they chased him, and they caught him
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And in iron chains they bound him.
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Word was brought to Anna Thea
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That her brother was in prison
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"Give me gold and six white horses
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I will buy my brother's freedom."
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"Judge, Oh Judge please spare my brother
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I will give you gold and silver!"
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"I don't want your gold and silver;
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All I want are your sweet favours!"
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"Anna Thea, Oh my sister!
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Are you mad with grief and sorrow?
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He will rob you of your Flower,
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And he'll hang me from the gallows!"
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Anna Thea did not heed him;
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Straightway to the Judge went running.
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In his golden bed, at midnight,
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There she heard the gallows groaning!
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Cursed be that Judge so cruel!
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Thirteen years shall he lie bleeding!
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Thirteen doctors shall not heal him!
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Thirteen shelves of drugs won't save him!
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Anna Thea, Anna Thea!
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Don't go out into the forest!
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There, among the green pines standing,
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You will find your brother....hanging.
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LORD OF THE DANCE
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-Anonymous
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recorded by Joe Bethancourt
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"Celtic Circle Dance"
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She danced on the water, and the wind was Her horn
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The Lady laughed, and everything was born
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And when She lit the sun and its' light gave Him birth
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The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth
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(Chorus): Dance, dance, where ever you may be
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I am the Lord of the Dance, you see!
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I live in you, and you live in Me
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And I lead you all in the Dance, said He!
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I danced in the morning when the World was begun
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I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun
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I was called from the Darkness by the Song of the Earth
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I joined in the Song, and She gave Me the Birth!
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I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high
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I dance in the Fire, and I never, ever, die
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I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea
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For I am the Lord of the wave's mystery
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I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain
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I dance in the wind, and thru the waving grain
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And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain;
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In the Spring I'm the Lord of the Dance once again!
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I dance at the Sabbat when you dance out the Spell
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I dance and sing that everyone be well
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And when the dancing's over do not think that I am gone
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To live is to Dance! So I dance on, and on!
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I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the Sun
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And I count the fruits of the Harvest, one by one
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I know the Storm is coming, but the Grain is all stored
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So I sing of the Dance of the Lady, and Her Lord:
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The Horn of the Lady cast its' sound 'cross the Plain
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The birds took the notes, and gave them back again
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Till the sound of Her music was a Song in the sky
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And to that Song there is only one reply:
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The moon in her phases, and the tides of the sea
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The movement of the Earth, and the Seasons that will be
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Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise thru the years
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That the Dance goes on thru all our joy, and tears
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We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin
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And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind
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The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance,
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But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance!
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Lord of the Dance (cont.)
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The sun is in the southland and the days grow chill
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And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill
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'Tis the horn of the Hunter, as he rides across the plain
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And the Lady sleeps 'til the Spring comes again
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The Sun is in the Southland and the days lengthen fast
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And soon we will sing for the Winter that is past
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Now we light the candles and rejoice as they burn
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And we dance the Dance of the Sun's return!
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They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night
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They danced on the Earth, and everything was light
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They danced out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn
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And the Day of that Dancing is still going on!
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I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth
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And I feel the pain of dying, and re-birth
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And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise
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For the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay
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(repeat verse 1)
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BORED IN THE SCA!
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-various Marklanders
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-tune: "Born in the USA"
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BORED in the SCA!
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Oh, I'm a LORD in the SCA!
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I use "Prince Valiant" for historical sources!
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I'm a knight, but where are the horses?!
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Bright colors and panty hose!
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Polyester from my head to my toes!
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Oh, I am BORED in the SCA!
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Yes, I am BORED in the SCA!
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Over there's a Samurai, I think,
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Must because of the fishy stink!
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I'm a King in Fantasyland,
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Don't fight with steel, I use bare rattan!
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Oh, I am BORED in the SCA!
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Joined the HORDE in the SCA!
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Now I can rape and pillage and burn
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Goon the jerks that never learn!
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Looks like ( insert name of choice ) is here!
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Hide the chickens, and dogs and beer!
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I was BORED in the SCA!
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I was BORED in the SCA!
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Joined the HORDE in the SCA!
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Joined the HORDE in the SCA!
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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS
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-Wm. Butler Yeats
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recorded by Judy Collins
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I went out to the hazel - wood
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Because a fire was in my head
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Cut and peeled a hazel - wand
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Tied a berry to a thread
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And when white moths were on the wing
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And moth - white stars were flickering out
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I dropped the berry in a stream
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And caught a little silver trout..........
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I had but laid it on the bank
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And gone to blow the fire a-flame
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Something rustled in the air
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Something called me by my name!
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It had become a glimmering Girl
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With apple - blossom in her hair
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Who called me by my name, and ran
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And vanished in the brightening air........
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Though I am old, with wandering
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Thru hilly lands, and hollow lands;
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I'll find out where she has gone
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To seek her lips, to take her hands-
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And walk thru long green dappled grass;
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To pluck 'til Time, and times are done:
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The Silver Apples of the Moon;
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The Golden Apples of the Sun...............
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SHE MOVED THRU THE FAIRE
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-Padraic Colum
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recorded by Theodore Bikel
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My young love said to me: My mother won't mind
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And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind
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She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
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It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
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Then she stepped away from me, and she moved thru the Faire
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And so fondly I watched her move here and move there
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At last she turned homeward, with one star awake
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As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake.
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Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
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And so soft did she move that her feet made no din
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She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say:
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It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!
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THE MUSKETEER'S SONG
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-Tamara fitzGloustre of the White Boar
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with additions by Ioseph of Locksley
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-tune: "Mouseketeer's Song"
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Who's the leader of the troop that's made for me and thee?
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He who hands the muskets out: Good old King Louis!
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Zounds! Gadzooks! Well Met, Lads! Fill your tankards up with me!
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And toast His Grace who sets the pace: Good old King Louis!
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(Chorus): Musketeers! ( Cardinal's Guards! )
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Musketeers! ( Cardinal's Guards! )
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Forever we defend the Fleur-de-Lis!
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(Thrust! Parry! Thrust!)
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Bring a sword and spit a Lord who works for Du Plessis;
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Give a hand to Good Queen Anne, wife to King Louis!
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Cavaliers and Roundheads, sing this song along with me:
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Cheers for Athos, Porthos, D'Artagnan and Aramis!
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(Chorus)
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deBergerac had quite a knack, and so, m'lads, have we!
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So drink 'em down and set 'em up for good old King Louis!
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Sharpen up your rapiers and put on your foppery,
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And raise your voices to the skies and sing in harmony:
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(Chorus)
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(Slowly, with lechery:)
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Come you here, my pretty Maid, and sit upon my knee.........
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C-A-V ("V" is for VICTORY!)
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A-L-I (I'm for France! (or England, or Cromwell, or Myself...&c.)
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E--R--S!
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THE CHILDISH EDDA
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-Bela of Eastmarch, KSCA
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Ron Ellik
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-tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp"
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Yggdrasil, where Nine Worlds clash, is a noble piece of ash
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That shelters Norns and Gods and all that crew
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There, a Dragon gnaws the base of an Eagle's resting place,
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And four Harts, a Goat and Squirrel are there too!
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Frigga took a year or so, and, except for mistletoe
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Got from everything an Oath for Balder's good
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Evil Loki wished him harm, so he hired Hodr's arm,
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And the staff the Blind God threw was kissing-wood!
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Tyr vowed Fenris-Wolf his hand if he couldn't break the Band
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That All-Father's wisdom made both light and hefty...
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Lupine muscles strained away, but the magic held its' sway -
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And from then on, till The Time, they called Tyr "Lefty!"
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When Thor went out to fish, he quickly got his wish,
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and he hauled a Jormangandr from the Bay.
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But Hymr cut the cable, and Thor was only able
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To brag about the "one that got away..."
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When Thor called upon the Giants, they didn't show defiance,
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But they soon got rid of him, and of his Hammer!
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For the sea he could not swallow, and old Grandmaw beat him hollow,
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And the House-Pet caused an awful katzenjammer!
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Asa-Thor became a "her" for to repossess Mjollnir,
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And unto a frosty brute his troth did plight;
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But the vittles that he ate would an army more than sate,
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And the chefs at Utgard always rued that night!
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Each God's Apple every day, kept the doctor far away
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'Til a Giant captured Ydun from their Halls...
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Loki fetched home Bragi's Bride, with Her health-food store beside,
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Plus a char-broiled eagle underneath the Walls!
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Odin said to Mim: "I think I would sort of like a drink."
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Answered Mim: "That will cost you your left eye!
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For you've come up very late to the Well at Wisdom's Gate
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And the set-up prices, after hours, are high!"
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Oh, the Giants brought their War up to Bifrost's very Door
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And the battling wrecked Asgards perfect clime-
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Jormungandr, Hel and Fenris dealt out Death in doses generous
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And, in fighting, did the Aesir pass The Time!
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DEAR KINDLY LOCAL HERALD
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-Goldwyn of Britain
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-tune: "Officer Krupke"
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Submittor: Dear kindly local herald, I'm new - fresh off the farm.
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The SCA's fantastic! I want a coat of arms!
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I don't like heralds muchly. Your terms all leave me bored.
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This I know - I think I want a sword.
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Local: Dear kindly newcomer, don't bring it to me.
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Baronial Pursuivant is the one you should see.
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In heraldic terms it's called "passing the buck"
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So, go away... and best of luck.
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Submittor: Best of luck?
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Local: Best of luck! Best of luck! You'll need all your pluck
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To submit. I'll wish you best of luck.
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Submittor: Dear Baronial Pursuivant, I'm told to come to you
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So, here is my submission. I know it will go through
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I've got a rampant dragon, a sword that's upside down.
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Over all there is a golden crown!
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Baronial: Dear kindly submittor, I've bad news for you.
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It's nice, but you are shy about a copy or two.
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Before this submission the College will see -
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We should have told you - we need three.
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Submittor: You need three?
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Baronial: We need three copies - three! We need one, two, three.
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Need eight bucks and copies one, two, three.
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Submittor: Dear kindly Kingdom Herald, my name and my device
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I've shown to other heralds. They say it's really nice.
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My lady's made a banner - I've fiberglassed my shield.
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Pass it and my future will be sealed.
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Kingdom: Dear kindly submittor, I'm sorry to say
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That at the herald's meeting that we had yesterday,
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We checked our books singly, we checked them en masse;
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I've got to tell you - it won't pass.
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Submittor: It won't pass?
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Kingdom: It won't pass, it won't pass. It conflicts and won't pass.
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You can bet your ass it will not pass.
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Submittor: Dear Laurel King (Queen) of Arms. I'm running out of hope
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The pressure's getting to me. I really cannot cope.
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The herald's I've avoided, the tourneys I have missed...
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I've been patient. Now I'm getting pissed!
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Laurel: Dear pesky submittor, quit bothering me.
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'Cause heralds don't respond to an emotional plea.
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I'm not gonna pass it, unless you consent
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To start again - and document!
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Submittor: Document!
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Laurel: Document, document ere I give assent.
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That is what I said and what I meant!
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Local: The trouble is it's simple.
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Baronial: It's overly complex.
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Kingdom: The trouble is it's marshalled.
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Laurel: It's like Purina Chex!
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Heralds: The trouble is it has all the troubles we have known
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Submittor: Heralds I've got troubles of my own!
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Dear Board Of Directors - I'm pleading wit'youse
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And here is all my research which you cannot refuse.
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Besides all of this, there is just one more thing....
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I just became my Kingdom's King!
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A REPORT ON THE SPANISH EXPEDITION OF '92
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-Goddwyn of Britain
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-tune: "It's A Small World After All"
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'Twas in fourteen hundred and ninety-two
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Chris Columbus sailed 'cross the ocean blue
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Didn't find what he'd planned,
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So he told Ferdinand
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It's a New World after all!
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It's a New World after all (3x)
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It's a Brand New World!
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So it isn't India - we won't get spice,
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They have things there, King, that are just as nice!
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There's a spring there, forsooth,
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Called the Fountain of Youth!
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In that New World, after all!
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It's a New World after all,
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And it's round just like a ball!
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That Italian showed 'em all!
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It's a Brave New World!
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It's a world of treasure, a World to gain!
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It's a world of riches, and all for Spain!
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It'll be oh so fine
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When the Pope draws the Line!
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It's a New World after all!
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It's a New World, after all,
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Like an Eden ere the Fall,
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We won't share with Portugal!
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'Cause it's Spain's New World!
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Oh, the Natives are friendly as they can be,
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Gave us gifts of maize, and a little VD,
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And the folk, not a one,
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Heard of Lief Eriksson!
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So it's Spain's world after all!
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Go to Spain's world, one and all,
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Get there if you have to crawl!
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I hear El Dorado call,
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There in Spain's New World!
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Oh, the Aztecs and Mayans have lots of gold,
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And the Incas have more, or so we've been told,
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When those far western shores
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Meet the Conquistadores,
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Then it's Spain's world, after all!
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When it's Spain's world, after all,
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Then on England soon will fall
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The Armada, strong and tall,
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'Cause it's Spain's New World!
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WITH HER HEAD TUCKED UNDERNEATH HER ARM
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-Author Unknown
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-recorded by the Kingston Trio
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In the Tower of London, large as life,
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The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare!
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Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife,
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Until he made the Headsman bob her hair!
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Ah yes, he did her long, long years ago!
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And she comes back a night to tell him so!
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(CHORUS): With her head tucked underneath her arm
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She walks the Bloody Tower!
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With her head tucked underneath her arm
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At the midnight hour!
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(BRIDGE): The Sentrys think that it's a football
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That she carries in
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And when they've had a few they shout:
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"Is Army going to win?"
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They think that it's Red Grange instead
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Of poor old Anne Boleyn
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With her head tucked underneath her arm!
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Sometimes Good King Henry gives a spread
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For all his pals and gals, a ghastly crew!
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The Headsman carves the joint, and cuts the bread,
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Then in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do!
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She holds her head up with a wild war-whoop!
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And Henry cries: "Don't drop it in the soup!"
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(CHORUS)
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MEN OF GARLIC
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-Robert L. Plunkett
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copyright 1987 R.L.Plunkett
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-tune: "Men of Harlech"
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Men of Garlic, heads so hollow
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Where they go the smell must follow
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With their drugs and with their Gallo,
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Wine, drugs, port and bheer!
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See them wear, as is their habit,
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Men's bikinis made of rabbit
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Showing off ten yards of flab, it
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Doesn't quite endear!
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See their boasting blunder!
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Like a rolling thunder!
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Watch them press against a dress,
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And whisper: "Lady, I was born to plunder!"
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Tell them that their smell is evil,
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They'll answer: "Hygiene's not medieval!"
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As they cause a small UPheaval....
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Every time they're near!
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