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Oh, Sally my dear, but I wish I could woo you.
Oh, Sally, my dear, but I wish I could woo you.
She laughed and replied, "And would wooing undo you?"
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
O, Sally my dear, but your cheek I could kiss it. (repeat)
She laughed and replied, "If you did, would you miss it?"
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
O, Sally my dear, I would love you and wed you. (Repeat)
She laughed and replied, "Then don't say I misled you."
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
If lassies were blackbirds and lassies were thrushes, (Repeat)
How soon the young men would go beating the bushes.
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
If the women were hares and raced ' round the mountain, (Repeat)
How soon the young men would go beating the bushes.
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
If the women were ducks and swum ' round the water, (Repeat)
The men would turn drakes and be soon swimming after.
Sing fal the diddle-I-do, sing fal the diddle day.
Wulf has a stall in the merchants' row,
Einhard's armor needs a duct tape patch,
Supper back in camp is ready to be cooked,
But it's been so long the breakfast eggs have hatched.
Chorus
Ob la de, ob la da, obadia, La La How the court goes on
Ob la de, ob la da, obadia, La La How the court goes on
In a couple of years the presentation part is done,
And the corp laws will be discussed at length,
The populace is stifling yawns.
Happy as a prisoner on the torture rack,
Trapped in court I sit with knotted knees,
I wish I'd come late so I could stand in back,
Because a privy run is need desperately.
Ob la de, ob la da, obadia, La La How the court goes on
Ob la de, ob la da, obadia, La La How the court goes on
If you want some fun, stay out ' til court is done.
By Walt Whitman
O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all-exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keep, the vessel grim and daring:
But O Heart! Heart! Heart!
O the bleeding drops of red
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths for you the shores a crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! Dear Father!
This arm beneath your hear;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse or will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, it's voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor shop comes in with object won.
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O-din won't you bring me a long bastard sword
I've killed 60 Normans, I deserve a reward
My tribe all use pole arms but I'm getting bored
O-din won't you give me a long bastard sword
O-din won't you give me a red 12 course lute
When I sing accapella they give me the boot
I really like salad and I'd sing for my curt -ons
O-din won't you give me a red 12 course lute
O-din won't you give me a flagon of mead
I'm dry and I'm parched and I'm really in need
Can't face the day sober and I'm all out of weed
O-din. won't you give me a flagon of mead
O-din won't you give me a warm cuddly Knight
d A cold lonely bed always gives me a fright
A Duke on my left and an Earl on my right
O-din won't you give me a warm cuddly Knight
To the tune of "Spirit in the Sky"
C
I'm not a Christian, I never Chris'ed
F
I'm going to Valhalla
C
And you know that when I die
G C
I got a date with a bunch of Valkyri
C
Going up with the Valkyri
F
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
C
When they knock me down for good
G C
Gonna take me up to Odin's neighborhood
C
Going up to Odin's neighborhood
F
That's where I'll go if I fight real good
C
And when they slay me like the rest
G C
Gonna lay my head upon a Valkyries breast
C
Got a date with the Valkyri
F
That's where I'm gonna go when I die
C
When the Welsh put a sword through my breast
G C
Gonna go up to Valhalla with the best
REPEAT 4 VERSES AGAIN
LAST LINE REPEATED AT END
http://www.applink.net/wolfpack/past/sngfram2.html
By: Unknown
Tune: "Jesus Loves the Little Children"
Odin loves the little Vikings
All the Vikings of the world
Whether drunk on ale or mead
In a boat or on a steed
Odin loves the little Vikings of the world.
Odin loves the little Vikings
All the Vikings of the world
If you're drunk and thrown in jail
Odin - and your axe! - are bail
Odin loves the little Vikings of the world.
Odin loves the little Vikings
All the Vikings of the world
Offer up an ox or two
And he'll be in debt to you.
Odin loves the little Vikings of the world.
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(Traditional[?])
On yonder hill there stands a maiden
Who she is I do not know;
I shall court he, for her beauty,
She must answer yes or no,
CHORUS : Oh, 0h, no John,
No John, No John, No.
Madam, on thy face is beauty
On thy lips wild roses grow,
Madam, I would be thy lover,
Madam, answer yes or no,
Madam. on thy face is beauty,
At thy bosom lilies grow,
In your bedroom there is pleasure,
Shall I view it? Yes or no.
Madam, I will give you jewels
I will make you rich and free;
I will give you silk and satins
Madam, if you lie with me.
My husband is a Spanish captain,
Went to sea a month ago.
First he kissed me, then he left me,
Bade me always answer "No!"
Madam, may I tie your garter
Just an inch above your knee?
If my hand should slip a little farther,
Would you think it ill of me?
My love and I went to bed together,
There we lay till the cocks did crow;
Open your arms my dearest darling,
Open your arms and let me go.
(Traditional – From Silly Wizard: So many Partings)
Oh Bridget O'Malley you left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go
The white Moon above the pale sands, the pale stars above the thorn tree
Are cold beside my darling but no purer than she
I gaze upon the cold moon, till the stars drown in the warm sea
And the bright eyes of my darling are never on me
My Sunday is weary, my Sunday it is grey now
My heart is a cold thing, my heart is a stone
All joy is dead in me, my life has gone away now
Another has taken my love for his own
The day it is approaching, when we were to be married
And it's rather I would die than live only to grieve
Oh meet me my darling ere the sunsets o'er the barley
And I'll meet you there on the road to Drumsleey
Oh Bridget O'Malley you left my heart shaken
With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know
It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
And your beauty will haunt me wherever I go
Traditional-From Silly Wizard: Kiss the Tears Away)
Where true lovers meet, Beneath the green bower
Where true lovers meet, beneath the green tree
And Mary, Fond Mary, she says unto her True Love
You have stolen my young heart, on the banks of the Lee
CHORUS:
For I loved her very dearly, Most truly and sincerely
There is no one in this wide world I love more than she
Every Birch, and every bower, every wild Irish flower
Reminds me of my Mary, on the banks of the Lee
Don't stay out too late love, on the muirlands my Mary
Don't stay out too late love, on the muirlands for me
But little was my notion, when we parted by the Ocean
That we were forever partin', by the banks of the Lee
Chorus
I will pull my love some roses, some wild Irish roses
I will pull my love some roses, the fairest I see
And I lay them on the gravesite, of my own sweet darlin' Mary
On that cold and silent gravesite, where she sleeps beneath the dew
Chorus
Guitar chords:
Dm//Am/C
Dm/Am/C/Dm
Dm//C/Am
Bflat/C/Am/Dm
(same for chorus and verses)
(http://www.chivalry.com/cantaria/lyrics/banks-lee.html)
I AM A YOUNG FELLOW GOING OFF TO BE MARRIED
AND IT'S SOONER I WOULD DIE UNLESS MY LOVE MARRIES ME
O DEAREST, MY DARLING, BE READY AND WAITING
BE THERE LATE ON SUNDAY ON THE ROAD TO DRUMSLEEVE.
Recorded by Golden Ring
One man shall mow my meadow,
Two men shall gather it together.
*Two men, one man, and one more
Shall shear my lambs and ewes and rams,
And gather my gold to gather.
Three men shall mow my meadow.
Four men shall gather it together.
Four men, three men, two men, one man, etc.
Five men shall mow my meadow.
Six men shall gather it all.
Six men, Five men, etc.
Seven men shall now my meadow.
Eight men shall gather it together.
Eight men, seven men, etc.
Nine men shall mow my meadow.
Ten men shall gather it together.
Ten men, nine men, etc.
* Repeat as necessary
-From The Irish Rovers: Greatest Hits
CHORUS:
Oh it was the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father he was Orange, and me Mother she was Green
Oh my father was an Ulsterman, proud Protestant was he
My mother was a Catholic girl, from County Cork came she
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough
Until the day that I was born, Then things got rather tough
Chorus
Baptized by Father Iley, I was rushed away by car
To be made a little Orangeman, me fathers shinin' star
And I was christened David Anthony, but still in spite of that
To my father I was William, while my mother called me Pat
Chorus
With mother every Sunday to Mass I'd proudly stroll
Then after that the Orange Lords would try to save my soul
Though both sides tried to claim me, but I was smart because
I'd play the flute, or play the harps, dependin' where I was
Chorus
One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me
Just ask my fathers kinfolk, we're all sittin' down to tea
We tried to smooth things over, but they began to fight
An' me bein' strictly neutral, I hit everyone in sight
Chorus
Now my parents never could agree about my childhood school
My learnin' was all done at home that's why I'm such a fool
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green
Chorusx2
By Master Richard Gilchrest
'Twas on a dark and starry night
The King did come to me
Saying "Quickly gird you for the fight
And its off to war we'll be"
So I'm gathering my men at arms
Good shieldmen one and all
And it's off to fight in Western lands
Where allied brethren fall
Chorus:
My Kingdom is The Outlands
And of Her I will sing
My lady has my truest love
My blood is for my King
I'm following His Majesty
In some hot foreign war
My heart is in The Outlands, and it will be evermore
Eight hundred mile we rode our steeds
To meet them in the sun
Some God-forsaken enemy
Stout warriors every one
Our allied brothers at our sides
Good men from Calontir
The Aten King cried "Forward men"
To death on Outlands spears
We met them on the broken field
Their blood in rivers ran
Their King refused the right to yield
We killed them to a man
We hit the Aten shield wall
They dropped their swords and fled
When The Outlands had won through it all
You could not count the dead
At Pennsic AS Twenty-three
The Outlands on the field
The Eastern flanking shield wall
Never had the chance to yield
We drove them back like cattle
As they fell beneath our swords-
King Christopher, Queen Cymber
And Their Noble Outlands Lords
We stood in Adlersruhe
A bridge covered in gore
Outnumbered in a foreign land
Held to the Oaths we swore
The plains were dark with Lions
Black Stars of Ansteorre
The White Stag leapt to battle
Now the Lion leaps no more
Our ladies met them at the pass
Sixteen fighters strong
The Aten men laughed at them
Queen Tara proved them wrong
They struck the Aten shield wall
And men heard a death bell ring
Now no longer will they scoff
For they felt the beauties sting
Our king called us to battle
To fight the Aten horde
They've never lost Estrella men
Our allies need this war
We swept them on the open field
We crushed them in the fray
The Aten Army's spirit broke
The Outlands won the day
My Kingdom is The Outlands
And it will be evermore
The Outlands Marches Off to War
-By James the Namer
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The Outlands marches off to war
Huzzah, huzzah
At least a hundred men or more
Huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to war
The King and Queen march in the fore
CHORUS:
And we all go marching down
To the war, in Atenveldt, Oh...
The Outlands marches off to fight
Huzzah, huzzah
Fifty spearpoints in the light
Huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to fight
A hundred helmets shining bright
Chorus
The Outlands marches off to war
Huzzah, huzzah
With grand Caid just like before
huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to war
With our Caid brothers from afar
Chorus
The Outlands marches off to fight
Huzzah, huzzah
A Calontir Fyrdman to our right
Huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to fight
The Calontir Fyrdsman ready to strike
Chorus
The Outlands marches off to war
Huzzah, huzzah
To face the Aten shields galore
Huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to war
To fill the Aten fields with gore
Chorus
The Outlands marches off to fight
Huzzah,Huzzah
To take our toll on Atens might
Huzzah, huzzah
The Outlands marches off to fight
Us each an Aten helm to smite
Chorus
The Outlands won the war that day
Huzzah, huzzah
It's friends we're fighting anyway
Huzzah, huzzah
(slowly)
The Outlands won the war that day
Then we went off to drink and play
With our good friends from the west
In the land, of Atenveldt, oh
by Heather Alexander
removed till permission obtained.
Contact: email: seafire @ heatherlands . com
-Traditional
Chorus:
P stands for Paddy I suppose, J for my love John
And W stands smart William, for Johnny is the fairest lad
Johnny is the fairest lad me dear, Johnny is the fairest lad
Well I don't care what anybody says, Johnny is the fairest lad
As I went out one May mornin', to take a pleasant walk
I sat myself down by an old stone wall to hear two lovers talk
To hear what they might say my dear, to hear what they might say
That I might know a little more about life before I go my way
Chorus
Let me sit you down beside me now, not now nor any other time
For I hear you've met another little lad, an' your hearts no longer mine
Your hearts no longer mine my love, your hearts no longer mine
For I have met another little lad, an' your hearts no longer mine
Chorus
I'll go and climb a tall high tree, and steal a wild bird's nest
And when i come home I'll know a little more about the girl that I love best
The girl that I love best my dear, the girl that I love best
And when I come down I'll know a little more about the girl that I love best
ChorusX2
Paisteen Fionn (The Fair Haired Child)
My Paisteen Fionn is my soul's delight
Her heart laughs out in her blue eyes bright,
The bloom of the apple her bossom white,
Her neck like the March swan's in whiteness
Oh you are my dear, my dear, my dear;
Oh! You are my dear and my fair love!
You are my own dear and my fondest hope here,
And oh that my cottage you'd share, love.
Love of my bosom, my fair Paisteen,
Whose cheek is red like the roses' sheen;
My thoughts of the maiden are pure, I ween,
Save toasting her health in my lightness!
Oh you are my dear, my dear, my dear;
Oh! You are my dear and my fair love!
You are my own dear and my fondest hope here,
And oh that my cottage you'd share, love.
From kinsfolk and friends, my fair, I'd flee
From all the beautiful maids that be;
But I'll never leave you sweet gramachree,
Till death in your service o'er takes me!
Oh you are my dear, my dear, my dear;
Oh! You are my dear and my fair love!
You are my own dear and my fondest hope here,
And oh that my cottage you'd share, love.
-Traditional
CHORUS : Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish;
Oh, what a parish is that at Dunkeld.
They hangit their minister, drooned the precentot,
Dang doon the steeple and druken the bell.
The steeple was doon but the kirk was still stannin',
They biggit a lum* whar the bell used to hang.
A still-pot they got and they brewed hielan' whisky;
On Sunday they drank it and ranted and sang.
O, had you but seen how graceful they lookit,
To see the crammed pews so socially joined.
MacDonell the piper stood up in the pulpit,
He made the pipes skirl out the music divine.
Wi' whiskey and beer they would curse and they'd swear;
They'd argue and fecht [wi' ye done] will tell.
But Geordie and Charlie they [bothered fer] early
Wi' whiskey they're worse than the devil himsel'.
When the hairt-cheerin' spirit had mounted their garrets,
Tae a ball on the green they a' did adjourn.
The maids wi' coats kilted they skippit and lilted,
When tired they shook hands and then hame did return.
Wad the kirks a' of Scotland held like social meetings
Nae warning ye'd need from a far-tinklin' bell,
For true love and friends would draw you thegether
Far better than roarin' the horrors o' hell.
The babe as white as snow,
-Modern Traditional
It was early last December, as near as I remember
Oh I staggered down the street and tipsy cried
No one I was disturbing, as I lay down by the curbing
And then a pig came up and lay down by my side
As I lay there by the gutter, thinking thoughts I cannot ...Utter
A Lady passing by was heard to say...
(Spoken)
*Hmmmmm. Well, well, well*
(Sung)
You can tell a man who boozes, by the company he chooses
And then the pig got up and slowly walked away