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The Mercinary Northguard

I think this might have been my very first commission – from Lady Bryn, at the Bare Blade Tavern Brawl. I believe I was paid in chocolate (and laughter.) This all works best with a merry “ompah” kind of choral underpinning. Gwillem provided the oompah running bassline and Constancia provided harmony.

Northguard!
They’re big and they’re mean!
Northguard!
With rapiers keen
Northguard
If you’ve seen what I’ve seen
You’d run away screaming
A lot.

Mercs all working for pay
Good scotch* or pennies a day
(Cheaper if the hit is on Vey)
The mercenary Northguard.

Chorus

Decades they’ve been around
Slaying and taking new ground
Slaughter, betrayal abound
In the mercenary Northguard.

Chorus

Swarming like bees from the hive
They leave no witness alive
Unless they’ve somehow connived
The mercenary Northguard.

Chorus

*Alt lyric: chocolate or pennies a day

 

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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.

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The Malaweardian Anthem

the arms for Malaewardia

the arms for Malaewardia
The Arms of Mighty Malaweardia. Be warned. It's plumage is volient for a reason.

**sings an anthem**

ooooh we are Malewerdians
We fight beneath the moon.
We stand firm as the tower white,
Where our enemies are strewn!

Oh we are Maleweardians
We fight as brothers true
Most of the time on the same side
Unless mead we can accrue.

O Purpur, O Or
Our foes they cannot see,
O Purpur, O Or
for our blinding gyrony!

Oh we are Maleweardians
Oft we rush the field together
We fight and play and dance and sing
And exchange tokens of leather

Oh we are Maleweardians
We also fight for bacon
If our allies’ cooks are endangered
Harsh steps will be taken.

O Purpur, O Or
Our foes they cannot see,
O Purpur, O Or
for our blinding gyrony!

Oh we are Maleweardians
we share many fine kin
we trade our citizens like cards,
that’s why we always win!

Oh we are Maleweardians
in battle we are strong
we’ve blinded those who look at us
and now deafen with this song!

O Purpur, O Or
Our foes they cannot see,
O Purpur, O Or
for our blinding gyrony!

O Purpur, O Or
Our foes they cannot see,
O Purpur, O Or
for our blinding gyrony!

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The Heralds’ Adventure

“This ode was made when Astrid needed our help for Malagentia in the Great Northeastern War, and we hadn’t been asked (or thought we’d not been asked) and she was sure we had been.  So I imagined what might have happened to the heralds who had been sent forth to ask for our aid.”

The Leader of the neighbor realm
called his heralds into court
“We’ve a need that’s dire in nature,
and desire for brave support!”
Thus the Heralds were commanded
to deliver impassioned plea.
So up the road that pointed north
on mighty mounts went three…

What became of those good heralds
now we at last shall see.
The first and eldest Herald
cleared his mighty throat to speak,
when his senses were betrayed
by the smell of cooking leeks.
He headed toward the kitchen
pushing quickly through the group,
there was a loud metallic rattle
followed by a joyful whoop…

The last time that we saw him
he was bathing in the soup!

Thus Herald two began the speech
for the folk of Endewearde
but the pretty lass a winking
made rememb’ring rather hard.
A fierce look from her mother
brought the second lad around
but to his own amazement,
he couldn’t make a sound….

And now he’s either married
or he’s buried underground!

The way was long and dangerous
Herald three barely survived!
He passed by the water tower
quite relived he had arrived.
The populace did gather
at the the shaking Herald’s hail
and took him to the mead hall
to listen to his tale…

He never made it back for he’s
still drunk on Godric’s ale!

So war loomed for the neighbor land
and the people did not know.
They had a cook and wedding
and a brand new bard to show.
Finally the question came
from a Lady very high,
and who would dare refuse to help
when asked by Valker-aye?

Oh we would not refuse to help
when asked by Valker-aye!

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Song for the Bare Blade Tavern Brawl

Vey and Aneleda

“This is a special song for my favored a-muse, Ane du Vey. Note that in “amuse” there’s always a muse! There are extra lyrics in case Vey isn’t there to kil…er…honor. It was written at the Bare Blade Tavern Brawl in 2004. This is one of those songs that should be a warning to all those who would cross the bards…or try to carry them off with the cashbox…”

http://www.mbouchard.com/misc/bareblade.mp3

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey*!

For `tis the Bare Blade Brawl
So come hither one and all
Leap through the din
Go rushing in
We’ll carry ya if ya can’t crawl!

Chorus * * * *

The bribes fly near and far
The dying are lit’ring the bar
The fallen run
Right out they come
To return with a rabid “yar!”

Chorus * * * *

We’ll play our games of chance
And bet on the fencer’s dance
The clink of swords
From brutal hordes
Lamenting their broken pants

Chorus * * * *

The tavern’s full of cheer,
Paranoid men, and beer! (BEER!)
The blades hit high
The wounded cry
“Oh bring me my last one here!”

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey!

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey!
Kill Vey – But only if we kill Vey.

HEY!

* * * * * * *

*Alternate choruses, to be sung if Vey isn’t there.

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
and pillage our friends where they lay OR For we’re fencers merry and gay!

Words and Music ©2003 by Monique M Bouchard,