Banned From Pennsic



Filked by Morgan of Osprey
 

When we pulled into Pennsic for a little R&R
we set out investigating every booth and bar.
We had high expectations of their hospitality,
but found too late they weren’t prepared
for Meridians such as we.

---chorus---
And we’re banned from Pennsic every one
we’re banned from Pennsic just for having a little fun
we had a mighty good time there..just 3 days or 4
but Pennsic doesn’t want us any more!

Our Baroness would yield to none in putting down the brew
She outdrank 7 U.S. Marines and a demolition crew.
Baras Bayan, he didn’t win, but he outdrank almost all,
and now they have the baronial flag on the roof of troll hall.

---chorus---

Morgan loves his cordial and the cordial loves him too
He took some to the Blue Feather Ball and wondered what It’d do.
The autocrat came calling and swore upon his life,
that a gang of blue feathers came into his camp and then made-over his wife.

---chorus---

Lex’s tastes are simple but his methods are complex,
We found him with 5 partners each in a different world of sex.
Security was on the way..we had no second chance,
We got him back to camp in time with the remnants of his pants.

---chorus---

Our stalwart viking Haldan got drunk on something green,
and stumbled to a party where he suffered things obsene.
He came home with no gard and an oddly cheerful heart,
and a painful way of walking with his feet a yard apart.

---chorus---

Camric loves humanity, his private life is quiet,
security had picked him up at the Pleasure Palace Riot.
We found him in the City Jail, broke in and got him free,
But on his neck 5 hickeys and 6 kinds of VD.

---chorus---

A gang of pirates landed and nobody seemed to care,
they came into our party to announce that they were there.
Half our house was busy there, what more is there to say,
then they slowly looked at us and turned and ran away.

---chorus---

Our house is Osprey’s finest, our record is our pride
But when we blaze we tend to leave a trail a mile wide.
we’re sorry 'bout the riots, the wreckage and the fuss
At least we’re sure that Pennsic won’t be quick forgetting us'.

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The Queen of All Elfhame
by Rathflaed DuNoir
The Black Bard of Meridies
Stephen R. Melvin

 

Am Dm
The Queen of all Elfhame, came to me,
Em Am
A vision in Gold and Green,
Dm
And she said, "I have come to take you away,
Em Am
To the land where I reign as Queen.


My Thomas lies dead, these many years,
For mortals, death does call,
And there's been no one to sing or to play for me,
In Elvish halls.


Danger lies there in the land of the sidhe,
If I go, I might not return,
And the price to go it might be much too high,
In Hell, my soul it might burn.


But bright as a star or a wave on the sea,
The morning sun paled her beside,
And no mortal man could help himself,
But must up behind her and ride!


C F G
And I know not where I found the strength,
C Am
To ask what my price would be,
Dm G
She said you must leave your princess behind,
Dm Am
And spend all your days with me.


The Queen of all Elfhame, or a mere mortal girl,
How could I but choose to go,
But I'd promised my princess for'ere and a day,
And my pride was too strong - I said no.


So my princess did save me from the hands of the elves,
And the knowledge that I might have strayed,
But now I regret my staying behind,
For my princess has since me betrayed.


Aye, my princess is gone, she's gone away,
With a Lord who hunts my folk true,
And if the queen of the elves comes to me again,
I know not just what I might do.


The Queen of all Elfhame, came to me again,
A vision to steal men's souls,
She said come follow me and sing in my halls,
And find what you need to be whole.


This time I knew, the price I would pay,
I must leave my lady behind,
But I have no knowledge of what goes before,
Save this Queen, who's beauty does blind.


C F G
And I know not where I found the strength,
C Am
To ask this lady, "Why me?"
Dm G
She said, "You're the harper, I've chosen to sing,
Dm Am
In my halls for eternity..."


But my lady was fairer than all of the lands,
And her smile shone brighter than day,
She had already taken full half of my soul,
So I looked at the Queen and said, "Nay."


So I was saved once again, by a lady fair,
With red dress and hair of gold,
But the Queen of the elves, she looked straight at me,
And said, "Harper, I think you're too bold!


You've told me no once and told me again,
You will not tell me times three,
For if I should chance to ask you again,
You'll sing for me."


Now I've lost my rose, my garden is bare,
And my lady is no longer here,
But when I see her smile, I love her still,
And only one thing do I fear:


For I know not where, I'll find the strength,
C Am
If the Elf Queen calls me from my rest,
Dm G
For I have no lady to hold me this time,
Dm Am
And I just might have to say, "Yes."


So I'll wander on and I'll sing my songs,
Traveling on my lonesome way,
But if the Queen of the elves comes to me again,
I may not say her, "Nay."


Feb 1992

DuNoir DeviceRathflaed@hotmail.com

A Rear Guardman's Lament
(Rearguard's Lament)
By Eideard MacLenine

 

Note: Eideard MacLenine wrote this song in the year 1990. It was inspired by a water bearer named Adrienne de Montjoy, who kindly gave him water on the field of battle after a long and taxing battle at War of the Diamonds, Kingdom of Meridies (Society for Creative Anachronism, SCA),in that same year.

Would there were someone
To bring me cool water
Sweet Adam's ale,
From the ford near to hand.
Would come a priest
Who could pray me to Heaven
And tell me my Lady
Is safely away.

Fly Lady fly
To Castle Caernarvon
Where the Welsh archers bide
And thy kin still be strong
Fly Lady fly
For the storm's close upon ye
Think well of the laddie
Whose life bought ye time

My faithful war stallion
Stands o'er me protective
To ward off the ravens
And Sassenach thieves
No more to go hunting
Or charge into battle
The service he renders
The last that I need

Fly Lady fly
To Castle Caernarvon
Where the Welsh archers bide
And thy kin still be strong
Fly Lady fly
For the storm's close upon ye
Think well of the laddie
Whose blood bought ye time

Rogue of Dundee
Words and music by Leza Mesiah

 

REFRAIN:
         Sail her up to the highlands;
         Sail her up to the sea;
         Sail her up, me darlin' maiden,
         With the Moor (Rogue) of Dundee.

I went off to market,
    Well robed and well fed. 
When this ruddy bold chieftain
    I turned her fair head.
But the next day I woke up
    Quite drugged it might seem. 
I was captured by this Captain,
    A rogue of the sea.

Oh Mother, oh Father,
    How could I've forseen
That her (his) gentle green eyes
    Were naught what they dost seemed.
Though I struggled for certain
    With tears I did shed,
But I soon found comfort
    In her (his) soft feather bed.

    REFRAIN

Well, it shan't be so easy,
    Yet I shan't not be so hard,
But this new love's
    A rascal, a genius, a card.
While nothin's for certain
    And we fought till we bled,
You know you want me, woman,
    It's yer hunger I fed.

    REFRAIN

Farewell to me homeland
    With my heart I must go
To ramble of me freewill
    To the sea I do roam.
It's a new land I travel
    Along the sea-side
With this contrary captain,
    A sun-ripened bride.

    REFRAIN

Rose by the Door
Andrea Hoag

 

The rose by the door, I've seen it before;
But never as lovely as now.
With you by my side, I'm filled with such pride.
Makes everything different somehow.

Chorus
Come dance through the night, your feet are so light.
Your hands make such music, I ne'er saw the like.
And when we are old, t'will be better than gold.
This day and the rose by the door.

If my love were a boat, I'd set it afloat;
And send it to gather up sun.
When it couldn't hold more, I'd bring it to shore.
A present for my darling one.

(Chorus)

A Song of Thanksgiving
Mar Yaakov HaMizrachi

 

Notes from Yaakov: This popped into my head for Thanksgiving, but I don't know that it is everyone's cup of tea. It can be sung to the tune of "An Astrologer's Song" (Kippling/Fish)

The harvest is in and the fire on the hearth.
Let cruel Borealis blow down from the North!
With fellowship, laughter and bowls of good cheer,
We'll drive out the cold and the dark of the year!

The barn brims to bursting with corn and with beast.
What we could not store we now set for our feast.
We'll sit by the fire and eat drink and sing,
While Earth sleeps in snow and prepares for the spring.

But even in revels- forget not oh man!
Nor boast that thy plenty comes by thine own hand!
Recall what you owe to the bounty of God-
His Mercy that keeps you well-fed clothed and shod.

He gave us good measure of sun and sweet rain.
He blessed all our labor; He healed all our pain.
Give thanks that he brought us here healthy and warm.
(And pray He protects us from sickness and storm!)

Oh Lord bless this company gathered today,
And smile as we lift up our glasses and say:
"With fellowship, laughter and bowls of good cheer,
We'll drive off the cold and the dark of the year!"

Song of the Shield-Wall
Words: Lady Malkin Grey
Music: Lady Peregrynne Windrider

 

Note from "Little" Rory McGowen, CLM, Fyrdman of Calontir:
Huscarls are Saxon Axe-men, guards of the King, and a fighting Order of Calontir.

Hasten, oh sea-steed, over the swan-road,
Foamy-necked ship o'er the froth of the sea,
Hengest has called us from Gotland and Frisia
To Vortigern's country his army to be
We'll take our pay there in sweeter than silver;
We'll take our plunder in richer than gold,
For Hengest has promised us land for the fighting
Land for the sons of the Saxons to hold!

Hasten, oh fyrdsmen, down to the river
The dragonships come on the in-flowing tide
The linden-wood shield and the old spear of ash-wood
Are needed again by the cold water-side
Draw up the shield-wall, oh shoulder companions
Later whenever our story is told
They'll say that we died guarding what we call dearest,
Land that the sons of the Saxons will hold!

Hasten, oh Huscarls, north to the Dane-Law
Harold Hardrada's come over the sea
His longships he's laden with berserks from Norway
To gain Cnut's crown and our master to be
Bitter he'll find there the bite of our spear points
Hard-running Northmen too strong to die old
We'll grant him six feet, plus as much as he's taller
Of land that the sons of the Saxons will hold!

Make haste, son of Godwin, southward from Stamford
Triumph is sweet and your men have fought hard
But William the Bastard has landed at Pevensey
Burning the land you have promised to guard
Draw up the spears on the hilltop at Hastings
Fight 'til the sun drops and evening grows cold
And die with the last of your Saxons around you
Holding the land we were given to hold!

Optional: repeat first verse.

Soul Bard
Lyrics and music by Jaimie Verlander
Arranged by Gallowglass

One dark night as I wandered down the road to Killeigh
Through a forest I made my way
When out of the blackness and the silence of night
A bard's voice began to sing
The sound of that voice, it pierced the dark
And echoed inside my soul
I followed the music through the dark wood
To a clearing where firelight did glow

In silence I crept, not a sound did I make
My presence concealed by the trees
I looked 'round the clearing and I spied a strange man
With a harp set upon his knees
From his lips fell the voice which filled my head
And burned itself into my heart
Then he ceased his song, his eyes looking up
And his gaze met mine in the dark

The Soul Bard looked into my eyes
The Soul Bard saw into my soul
His music brought tears to my eyes
And left my heart longing for more

In his eyes I saw the wisdom of a thousand years
And the knowledge of things yet to come
Then his voice rose again with that echo so sweet
It brought chills down the length of my spine
As the Soul Bard's voice rang out in the night
I closed my eyes to hear
And when they opened again, I looked all around
But the Soul Bard he had disappeared

I thought it a dream, so I went on my way
But the Soul Bard lived on in my heart
And now and again when I walk through that wood
I can still hear his song in the dark
I can still see his eyes as they stared into mine
And the fire that burned within
And I know that his music will stay with my soul
Though I may never see him again

For the Soul Bard looked into my eyes
The Soul Bard saw into my soul
His music brought tears to my eyes
And left my heart longing for more

Oh his music brought tears to my eyes
And it left my heart longing for more.... 

A Squire's Song
Words and Music by Andrew Scarhart
Written for his squire brother, Christopher d'Armand, A.S. XXVIII.

 

Please refer to Cantaria's Copyright information

Note: Our knight, Sir William the Bear, insisted that a well rounded knight should not only fight and marshal and look good off the field, but s/he should also be able to entertain, to dance, to speak well and with grace. To stand up and sing or tell a tale at a bardic is, for some of us, a very difficult thing to do. I wrote this song to provide a short, simple song for my shyer squire brothers and sisters, Christopher in particular. - -A. S.

I stand here now before you
A shy and modest man,
A simple song to sing you
As chivalry demands;
But I find the place uncommon,
Before a crowd to sing,
For I am a simple
Soldier of the king.

There are some among my siblings
Who tell a wondrous tale
Of brave deeds and maidens
And heroes where they fell.
Their stories are beguiling,
(And) Wisdom from them springs;
And I am a simple
Soldier of the king.

Others of my siblings,
Their voices fill the night:
Dancing tunes and fancy,
Their songs of pure delight.
But though my song is quiet,
The words ring no less true:
From my heart, eternal springs
The love I have for you.

 

They're Hanging Him For Paying His Taxes
Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram) (mundanely, J. Michael Shew)

 

Notes from Mikal:
This was written to the tune "Nancy Hogan's Goose," and is one of the few filks I am guilty of....

Come gather all ye fellows
And lift a cup to memory
Of a common working fellow
Much the same as you and me

He was a simple goose-herd
A poor but happy working man
When the King's guard came to see him
And gather taxes in this land

Chorus
They've got him in the dungeon
They say in duty he's been lax
Oh, they're going to hang the goose-herd
Because he tried to pay his tax

When the guards came calling
The goose-herd said he'd try to pay
But he hadn't any money
To send off in the usual way

So he went out to his goose-pens
To choose the finest in his herd
And he told the waiting guardsmen
He'd like to give the King the bird

Chorus

The captain's face was livid
"You cannot speak so of the king"
So they took him to the Baron
To have Peer explain the thing

But the goose-herd was determined
He was a man true to his word
"If I cannot pay in money
Then I shall give the King the bird"

Chorus

Oh the Baron took to shouting
"A court of nobles should convene
To keep this peasant quiet
And keep such rabble from our king"

So they gathered all the peerage
But still the man would not be swerved
"If I cannot pay may taxes
Then I should give the King the bird"

Chorus

They were ready for a lynching
When in the King's own herald came
He cried out he had the answer
Keep silence in the King's own name

He approached the goose-herd kindly
"You see you poorly chose your words
It is not the proper etiquette
To try to give the King the bird"

Then the goose-herd seemed to brighten
As if a light came to his head
"If I cannot give the king the bird
I'll give the queen a goose instead"

Chorus

Thirty Years
by Rathflaed DuNoir
The Black Bard of Meridies
mka: Stephen R. Melvin

 

Spoken:
C G
In the beginning, Diana the Listmaker,
Am Em
Decided to hold a party,
F C
And she did, and it was good,
G C
And so, we come to today...


Chorus:


And thirty years have come and gone,
And with them many friends,
Send round the bottle boys!
Until we meet again.


Chorus


(soft and romantic)
With Chivalry and Courtly love,
Give to me thy hand,
And dance with me forever love,
A lady and her man.


Chorus


(Dancelike with a drumlike quality)
With Madrigals and Dancing Drums,
Has it truly been so long?
Just fill my glass up to the top,
And I'll sing another song!


Chorus


(Vengeful)
There's politics and cliques me boys,
And a knife for every back!
And I hope that I should live so long,
Cuz I'll get that Bastard back.


Chorus


(Martial)
And we've felt the sound of the battle drums,
And wars of days gone past,
And cried the cheer on the tourney field,
When the victor stood at last.


Chorus


(Stately)
We've had kings and Queens and Noble Knights,
The Flower of Chivalry,
And by the light they shine, we'll search to find,
Our own nobility.


Chorus

DuNoir DeviceRathflaed@hotmail.com

A Valkyrie Song
Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram)

 

Notes from Mikal:
Some of my best stuff is done after midnight beside a campfire...

I composed this song after hearing a true story from an Ansterroran who had come to Lilies the year we did the Viking wars and saw the most beautiful girl in the world working as a water-bearer. He watched her for a good twenty seconds, (He claimed a n hour) but before he could speak to her, she was gone.

He searched for the entire war without finding her.

The next year, he found her right off. He was going to take her to camp that night, to introduce to his household, but the girl had married in the year between the wars. This noble spent the hour with her not speaking his heart, to keep from interfering with the honor of their marriage.

She gave him a gift, that year. A lock of her hair, in a small leather bag. (Damn! Stories like that make me cry...)

Alone by the fire, a warrior I knew
Told me this tale, and I pray it is true.

From far Ansteorra our dragon-ship came
To fight for good Halidar on Lilied plain
My sword I had lent seeking honor and fame
Or Odin's great hall in the fray

We charged into battle, the sun beating high
Our battle-horns sounding a victory nigh
Our spears crossed their arrows like hawks in the sky
Leaving many men dead on the way

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

The battle was long and the sun was like fire
The heat drove us down like a funeral pyre
Though many I'd slain, now my bloodlust did tire
Struck down by the heat of the day

The battle moved onward from where I was laid
I drew of my helmet to rest in the shade
When a soft even tread, like the wind in a glade
Brought a daughter of Asgard my way

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

She gave me cool drink 'till my wits came again
Be fore I could speak she was gone like the wind
Had I but died, I could follow her then
But I lay with the living that day

Long I did search, a full year I have mourned
And told all my brothers this love I have bourne
But she is of Asgard, and I of this shore
So here with my brothers I stay

Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day

True to this dream like the tale I have told
Close to my heart, a small pouch I still hold
And in it a lock of her hair pure as gold
This I carry to battle this day

Alone by the fire
A warrior I knew
Told me this tale
And I pray it is true.....

Where Go The Maids
Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram)

 

Notes from Mikal:
Years ago, I met the ladies of Harpies' Hall, the deadliest group of costumers on the Knowne Planet! I wanted a song for them, and all I could hear in my head was "Girls just wanna have fun." This came out of the mix...

Where go the maids on summer's day
When the Falcon bears their men away

Chorus
Sing willow-a willow-a way hey hey
Sing willow-a willow-a way

Gone to the hall to step a dance
While their good lovers break a lance

Chorus

And drink they mead where it is kept
While their good lovers drink their sweat

Chorus

And trade they kisses with young beaus
While their good husbands trade at blows

Chorus

And when the Falcon comes to nest
They welcome their good men to rest

Chorus

For lords may ken to battle's run
But a lady too will have her fun

Chorus

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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries had its humble beginnings as an idea of a few artisans and craftsmen who enjoy performing with live steel fighting. As well as a patchwork quilt tent canvas. Most had prior military experience hence the name.

 

Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries.

 

Vendertainers that brought many things to a show and are know for helping out where ever they can.

As well as being a place where the older hand made items could be found made by them and enjoyed by all.

We expanded over the years to become well known at what we do. Now we represent over 100 artisans and craftsman that are well known in their venues and some just starting out. Some of their works have been premiered in TV, stage and movies on a regular basis.

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Patchwork Merchant Mercenaries a Dept of, Ask For IT was started by artists and former military veterans, and sword fighters, representing over 100 artisans, one who made his living traveling from fair to festival vending medieval wares. The majority of his customers are re-enactors, SCAdians and the like, looking to build their kit with period clothing, feast gear, adornments, etc.

Likewise, it is typical for these history-lovers to peruse the tent (aka mobile store front) and, upon finding something that pleases the eye, ask "Is this period?"

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After a festival's time of answering weighty questions such as these, I'd sleep like a log! Only a mad man could possibly remember the place and time for each piece of kitchen ware, weaponry, cloth, and chain within a span of 1,000 years!! Surely there must be an easier way, a place where he could post all this knowledge...

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