Aneleda Falconbridge

May 13, 2011September 26, 2014

Every Man May Be A King, A SCAdian Lullaby

“I wrote this song for my son when he was very, very little. It would be, however, that he hated being sung to sleep, so I’ve never actually sang it to him as intended, save once when he was too sick to protest.”

This song is featured on the CD “I Am of the North” available for purchase online at: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/aneledafalconbridge

close your eyes my little boy
dream of running, dream of joy
and listen to the truth I sing
Every man may be a King
Every man may be a King

the pauper lad in tattered cloak
the vintner boy who corks the the oak
the tavern lass who stirs the broth
and merchant’s son who cuts the cloth

if their duties they each mind
then a Knight may choose to bind
to his service their working hands
be they yet too small for lands

so
close your eyes my little boy
dream of running, dream of joy
and listen to the truth I sing
Every man may be a King
Every man may be a King

taking up the gallant sword
holding close the heavy board
roads to tourneys long they roam
defending honor of their home

final battle, one to one
of the two the victor comes
to rule the land in peaceful war
as did the kings and queens of yore

so
close your eyes my little boy
dream of running, dream of joy
and listen to the truth I sing
Every man may be a King
Every man may be a King

though now you at your mother cling
someday you may be a King.

May 13, 2011May 13, 2011

The Twelve Days of Pennsic

The Twelve Days of Pennsic , an almost very nearly true story in the vein of The Taming of the Shrew, a duet by Aneleda Falkonbridge & Riordan Morgan. (And this was before I even knew that I was a delicate flower of the northern army!)

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On the first day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: An olive wood rosary!

On the second day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the third day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the fouth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the fifth day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the sixth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the seventh day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the eighth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the ninth day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the tenth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the eleventh day of Pennsic, my Riordan gave to me: eleven leather roses
ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

On the twelth day of Pennsic, Aneleda gave to me: twelve sturdy blows
eleven leather roses
ten shin kicks
nine pilgrim tokens
eight small bruises
seven sparkling stones
six dirty looks
five pewter cups!
four scathing remarks
three yards of trim
two short replies
and an olive wood rosary

May 13, 2011May 13, 2011

A Lord Should Be Steady – Ode to Jaden

A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…

For this morning he fought on the side of the east
Defending our men from the fierce western beast
But before the sun crests or the hour has grown dear
He’ll fight for the mid without shedding a tear….

He tells all who listen Northshield has his heart
It isn’t quite treason, this perfidious art,
For he is very earnest, this lord sometimes ours
And he stands with the gumption of thirty one towers.

I remember distinctly the last war he was in
It seemed to me that he’d spread himself thin
He fought for the Bridge, he fought for the Moon
Drank Canadian whiskey and slept until noon.

He dons tabards of blue, of purple, of gold
We only know it is him by the shield that he holds
Soon a flag we will fly from the top of his helm
So he’ll recall who he is as he wanders the realm.

In the middle of battle came a merry “hello”
To which he responded a cheery “hey ho”
His shiremates yelled “get him” and get him they did
He had to trade shields so he could stay hid!

So here is the moral of this little tale
A word of advice that never will fail
When you are a fighter a playing the field,
Recall that shires are like ladies, they care not to yield!

A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…

May 13, 2011June 27, 2011

The Endwearde March – The Fighters of the Center of the Realm

Fighters of the Center of the Realm was written to be a marching song for the fighting forces of Endewearde. It speaks of all our lovely seasons, and marching in them. We are also the geographic center of the East Kingdom.

http://www.mbouchard.com/misc/Endewearde-March.mp3

Though the winter winds blow high, blow low
Through the stinging bitterness of snow
Endewearde march, to fight we go
The Center of the realm shows no fear-o.

When rain pelts down blow high blow, blow low
Sinking the muck our carts we tow
Endewearde march, to fight we go
The Center of the realm shows no fear-o.

As the hot winds come, blow high, blow low
Over thick’ned fields we sternly mow
Endewearde march, to fight we go
The Center of the realm shows no fear-o.

While the leaves have left, blow high, blow low
Steadily advance to meet our foe
Endewearde march, to fight we go
The Center of the realm shows no fear-o.

** Endewearde march can be replaced with Onward we march for general singing use.

May 13, 2011July 15, 2013

Museum Display

Our small local museum offered us space to have a display of SCA-made goods, which we eagerly assembled! Below are some of the photos of the exhibits. We included a stack of business cards, and while we didn’t get too many new member interest hits, we did make a very good local impression, showing how gifted many local artists and recreators are.

spice display — Period spices, many strange to the modern eye and palate.

museum display SCA — Part of a case at the museum.

Clothing on display, dress and man's costume — A wool and linen dress and a 15th c. man's costume on display.

SCA items in a display case. — Leg wraps, a gemshorn, a doll based on the Bayeux Tapestry, a turned bowl and nalbinding in a display case.

Items by Mathias Fletcher, Lady Petra von Mumph, Master Mathias Plattninson, Master Cedric of Thanet, Mistress Mira Finovarr of Argyl, Lord Gwilim Kynith, Lady Aneleda Falconbridge and Lady Camille Dejardins were in the display, as were items on loan from Lady Bryn Millar, and Lord Griffyth Abernathy.