Well, the caption says it all, doesn't it? Whether you prefer some R'unorian Brandy, Winter Ice Wine, Leithe from the Silvermarshes or fresh ale produced by the Marcoggian alewives - if you have some company and a good voice you'll enjoy drinking even more when you know some songs to make the evening pass: Funny or sad - just make sure to sing them loud enough, that's all what counts...

ROVER NANCY BY DEKLITCH HARDIN Throughout Caelereth there are taverns, pubs, bars and other watering holes that are frequented by people looking for something cool and refreshing to drink, a game of twelves or darts, a laugh, a fight or to be entertained. There are, of course, some well known and popular songs that are sung in these places ... below is one of these. Of course, there are also variations that account for tribal, racial, location and other differences. Here's a song about a member of the Black Butterfly Rovers. The member in question is a lady simply called Rover Nancy who was a… who used to... well, let’s just say she knew a lot of men… it is rumoured that part of the reason why the Rovers are so popular in some parts is that male patrons of the taverns are interested in finding out if there IS a Rover named Nancy. Rover Nancy, she's my fancy She's the girl you can’t turn down How she greets ya when she meets ya When the Rovers get into town All the Rover ladies They loves a real strong man But at findin' a way to play in the hay There's none like Rover Nan Now Rover girls are good at dancin’ They’re the best there is, no doubt When the music sets them prancin’ How they strut and flounce about All the Rover ladies They dance when‘ere they can But for real high kicks and fancy tricks There's none like Rover Nan Now Rover girls they love to gargle Rover girls they likes their tot artwine and brandy, dwarf ale and whisk-away Rover girls will go the lot All the Rover ladies Will swig when ‘ere they can But at knockin’ it back while on her back There's none like Rover Nan Now Rover Nancy keeps a carriage Where real men can take their ease She'll wake ya, she'll shake ya She will do whate'er you please Now all the Rover ladies They does the best they can But for makin' a bed for a real man’s head There's none like Rover Nan No there's - none - like - Rover - Nan...

SANTHARIAN ALE BY BARD JUDITH "Gimme a flagon, a barrel, a wagon, Oh gimme a flask or a pot or a pail, And do not stop pouring the while I’m adoring, Yes, gimme a drink of Santharian Ale! Let there be a table, as broad as is able, And set down a stool, a stump or a chair, And if there be doch nuts, then heap them in waterbutts, Oh innkeep, I’m ready t’ let down my hair! A drinker who’s boozy should not be too choosy, So bring on the leeswine and beer without fail, Oh barlass, keep filling the glasses I’m swilling, And pour me some more of that Santharian Ale!" "Santharian Ale", composed and performed by Bard Judith Format: MP3, Length: 1:19. Original Santharian Work Click here to download the song, use right-click and "Save as..." (782 KB). THE HUNTER'S LAMENT BY ALTARIO SHIALT-ECK-GORRIN This song is a popular tavern song in the city of Remusiat and other Remusian locales. It was written by a Remusian bard named Tahllen Vuffsein about 1597, and has stayed popular through the years. Out here on the frozen snow Hunting wison herds I go Caught out in a Zekar wind Lost in a place I’ve never been And I’ll never see her smile again Oh, I’ll never see her smile again, Never touch her hand again Kor’och knows I’d rather be there Running my fingers through her hair But I’ll never see her smile again Home is where I should be at With her back there in Remusiat But a hunter’s life is what I live Now there’s nothing that I wouldn’t give Just to see her lovely smile again Oh I’ll never see her smile again, I’ll never touch her skin again Kor’och knows I’d rather be there Running my fingers through her hair But I’ll never see her smile again And out here’s where I’ll freeze to death But as I draw my final breath A tear just fell from my eye Though I am not afraid to die Cause I just saw her smile again Oh I’ll never see her smile again, I’ll never kiss her lips again Kor’och knows I’d rather be there Running my fingers through her hair But I’ll never see her smile again   Variations: The version heard here is just the plain one used by most bards. However, many different versions have been made, and in fact, a favourite game of bards is to make up more verses while playing the song. One such bard, though history failed to record his name, was rumoured to have sung an unbelievable 54 verses to a very enthusiasic crowd. Another trick bards use on this song is to try to speed up the tempo to see who can sing it as fast as possible, all the while encouraging the crowd to sing along with it.

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!