DRINKING SONGS |
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ROVER
NANCY
Rover Nancy, she's my fancy |
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"Gimme a flagon, a barrel,
a wagon,
Out here on the frozen snow
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VANINEN
VISION
(PARODY) |
LET'S
DRINK
UNTIL
WE
GO!
BY
ROGUEHAMMER
Breakfast is a good meal,
O' good ol’ bacon and eggs,
The whites give you your fingers
And the yolk gives you your legs!
Lunch is a better meal,
Cheese and buttered toast,
Butter gives you lots o’ warmth,
But it's bread you love the most!
Dinner is the best meal,
Meat, bread, fruit and cheer!
And froth gives you the hiccups,
But body’s better here!
Yea, better still are drinking times,
Better than the best,
For as we know, the drinks are yet
Better than the rest!
We don’t care for tea and loibl,
All we want is ale,
We’ll drink and drink and eat and eat
And again until we’re pale!
O, the skies are good for flyin’,
The fields are good for lyin’
But as we well know, the rest is just for show,
We’re drinkin’ till we’re dyin’!
As we well know, the rest is just for show,
But we're quaffing, till we go - ho!
MIDNIGHT
RAMBLE
BY
LUCIRINA TELOR VEVAN
To live on a bridge o'er the river,
life can be happy, jolly even,
if you only have the drinks from the bottle
to warm yourself now and then.
One night as we sat there a´drinking
life's water so sweet,
the river was calm below us,
and no city guard was for to see.
We were about seven, eight bottles,
me and Luann Yor,
Falevir and Kali with the nose
and a few lasses more.
And the party was pompous and worthy
until Pelenir got mighty drunk,
he stood on the banister holding a speech
and talked a whole lot of junk.
He stood there with the bottle to his mouth,
and toasted with all and with me,
suddenly he fell into the river,
his heels were all we could see .
And the lasses they cried and howled,
like sirens do at sea,
and Kali she stood there a'praying ,
but no guard was there to see.
When you really need a guard,
there seems to be no-one around,
but all the other time you see them wandering
and bossing all over the town.
And in the river poor Pelenir lay
and swallowed the bitter drink of death,
that unlike a double destile brandy
is sour and takes away your breath.
'Nuf about that, Pelenir was saved
by some fishers that passed by,
they pulled him to shore with a fishingpole
like a big bass ready to fry.
They shook him, pressed him and slapped him
on the stomach and on the chest;
they worked so hard that we who were looking
felt tired and had to sit down and rest.
Finally they got life into him,
he woke up and looked around.
How strange and stupid of me to think
“Well he seems safe and sound."
But then I saw his pale face,
where you could see endless horror with no ease.
When he moaned with his eyes out of orbit
"Say you saved the bottle!
Please!!!!"
A
DRINKING
SONG
I
SING
BY
DROGO
A singing song
A mourning song
A dancing song
A holy song.
A drinking song
A drinking song I sing
A singing song’s too sweet
A mourning song you ne’er want to meet
And a dancing song’s only got two left feet.
A holy song’s nuttin but a holy bleat
A drinking song, now that’s got some meat.
A drinking song I sing to give me heart some heat.
Pass the ale around
Till we stumble bout the town.
Pass the mead to me
To make my troubles flee
Pass the beer to you
It’ll make friends true.
Pass the wine, never mind
Not strong enough you’ll find.
Pass the mug my friend
To slake my thirst
Pass the tankard my boys
Keep it full of brew.
Pass the cask my men
Open it up wide.
A singing song
A mourning song
A dancing song
A holy song
A drinking song
A drinking song I sing.
CENTAUR
DRINKING
SONG
by
LUCIRINA TELOR VEVAN
A pretty young filly she fancies me dear.
Every time I see her I pat her little rear.
Oh doodeley deer.
Oh doodeley deer
I pat her little rear.
There at home a mare strong as a clydesdale.
Every time I come around I peek under her tail.
Oh doodely dale.
Oh doodely dale.
I peek under her tail.
Some call me a stallion, some call me a stud.
Just because I steal of the girls their rosebud.
Oh doodely dud.
Oh doodely dud.
I steal their rosebud.
There was a cute mare in a barnyard.
She did not like me and stomped me hard.
Oh doodely dard.
Oh doodely dard.
She stomped me hard.
A Stallion offended as offended could be.
Wanted to make a gelding out of me.
Oh doodely dee.
Oh doodely dee.
Make a gelding out of me.
I told that stallion not to be a fool,
For no knife would ever touch my tool.
Oh doodely dool.
Oh doodely dool.
Ever touch my tool.
I've been with many mares, both thin and broad,
But none of them had ever seen a stallion with such a rod.
Oh doodely dod.
Oh doodely dod.
With such a rod.
Oh when I go to heaven for to finally rest.
I bet all the little angeles will be impressed.
Oh doodely dest.
Oh doodely dest.
All the little angeles will be impressed.
And the goodess, after I make her moan and yell.
in anger she will send me to hell.
Oh doodely dell.
Oh doodely dell.
She will send me to hell.
But the devil being a sly old bore.
in my face will slam the door.
Oh doodely door.
Oh doodely door.
In my face will slam the door.
THE
HEDGEALE
SONG
by
BaRD JUDITH
Oh I am a drunken hedgehog,
I party all the day,
At night I go out quaffing,
And as I drink I say,
Just give me some more hedgeale,
From rotten acorns brewed,
All mixed with sluggy apples,
And in the sun well-stewed!
From bar to bar I stagger,
A-popping in and out,
And lifting high my flagon,
Oh, this is what I shout.
Just give me some more hedgeale,
From rotten acorns brewed,
All mixed with sluggy apples,
And in the sun well-stewed!
My hours are filled with liquor,
My belly's full of wine,
My back is stuck with oak leaves,
A sprig on every spine!
Just give me some more hedgeale,
From rotten acorns brewed,
All mixed with sluggy apples,
And in the sun well-stewed!
(Repeat ad nauseum. Refuse
to define 'ped'.
Stagger to next tavern, giggling wildly...)
ABC
OF DRINKING
- A TIPPLER'S
SONG
by
BaRD JUDITH
Ale, ale, jolly good ale,
Oh pour it fine and free,
In a bucket or a pail, dipper up that jolly ale,
Aye, ale's the drink for me!
Beer, beer, jolly good beer,
Oh pour it fine and free,
Both far and near we'll sing of beer,
Aye, beer's the drink for me!
Cha'a, cha'a, jolly good cha'a,
Fermented golden tea,
Let's shout Huzzah for golden ch'aa
Aye, cha'a's the drink for me!
Verses may be invented ad infinitum,
depending on how drunk one wants to get.....
THE
TRAVELLER
by Laivin Colmo
A trav-el-ler make-ing his way down the road
A trav-el-ler sing-ing his sweet mel-o-dy
A trav-el-ler lone-ly with thoughts of his home
A trav-el-ler coursing his way through the street
A trav-el-ler wishing a friend he could meet
A trav-el-ler looking for lands he can roam
A trav-el-ler wishing for home, dear sweet home.
The mel-o-dy echoing it's lonely tune
The echoes bring tears to the trav-el-lers eyes
The teardrops do fall from his face to the ground
The ground dries up quickly absorbing the tears
Forgotten the memories of all of his years.
A trav-el-ler lone-ly with thoughts of his home
A trav-el-ler coursing his way through the street
A trav-el-ler wishing a friend he could meet
A trav-el-ler looking for lands he can roam
A trav-el-ler wishing for home, dear sweet home.
A mouse scampers by on the empty dark street
The trav-el-ler looks to the stars for a sign
The stars see nothing and shine on their way
The trav-el-ler looks down with nothing for hope
A prayer he whispers to Avá above
The unanswered prayer the end to his dreams
They drift away on the night air in streams
The trav-el-ler sighs and continues on
Lands to be roaming he goes on his way.
A trav-el-ler make-ing his way down the road
A trav-el-ler singing his lament to the world
R'UNORIAN
BRANDY
by Laivin Colmo
Ohh thaaat R'unorian Brandy,
I tell ya it'll kill ye!
From the Isles of wretched R'unor
Made o' most poisonous berries
It be tasted by the highest of masters.
Only masters cause they 'aven't diiiii-ed
Ohh that R'unorian Brandy
It'll kill ya I tell ye!
From the Isles of that enchanting R'uno-or
If it dunt kill the masters
It still not be safe!
As the alcho-holic content
S'enough to burn holes through your lii-ver!
Ohh thaat R'unorian Brandy
It's a bad one I tell ye
From the Isles of blackest R'uno-or
As much as I hate it
I can't help but love it
As it burns all me troubles awa-ay
Ohh that R'unorian Brandy
It's delightedly handy
From the Isles of dear sweet R'uno-or
This addicting sweet liquor
Makes me enevit'bly thicker
'N' so I keep askin' for mo-ore
Ohh Thaaat Ruin-n-Desolation
It fills me with elation!
From the Isles of Oddest R'unor!
Poems written by various team members |