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!

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!

Northern Love

“That’s Northern Love” we said, and we all really, really meant it.

If you’re looking for a partner tough
Come find Northern Love
If you’re the kind who likes it rough,
Come find Northern Love
If your heart is set upon your sleeve,
but you can land a mighty cleave,
If of loneliness you’ve had enough,
Come find Northern Love.

If you want a woman who’ll hit you back
Come find Northern Love
If you want a man who can attack
Come find Northern Love
If you want a lass who’s never been meek
The North is where you’ll want to seek
If you’re looking for a weapons rack
Come find Northern Love!

If you want a man who’ll fight for you
Come find Northern Love
If you want your words both firm and true,
Come find Northern Love
If you want an equal in your bed
or swinging at your metal head
If subtlety you would eschew,
Come find Northern Love!

If you need a friend of loyalty,
Come find Northern Love
If beyond yourself you clearly see,
Come find Northern Love
If you love the game and love the fight
It’s likely you would last a night
and if you want to disagree….
Come find Northern Love!

 

Written May 2011

The Tale of Jaden’s Shield

“This song is completely true.”

I happened to be watching
from upon a bale of hay
a battle for the bridges
on a sweltring summer’s day.
The soldiers were a stamping
and the shieldsmen lead the charge
with Jaden at the foremost
for his shield is very large!

For none shall pass
for none shall pass
no matter what they wield
they’ll never get beyond the reach
of Jaden’s mighty shield!
Oh none shall pass
oh none shall pass
for he will never yield
the mighty brute who stands behind
the girth of Jaden’s shield!

The runes he scratched upon it
have protected him from harm
and if they hadn’t been there
we wouldn’t have this yarn
for o’re the bridge came all the East –
the men in front with pikes! –
he was sure to have a beating
but this is what he likes.

Chorus

Off the bridge left and right
the men fell far and near.
It seemed that clunks and groaning
were all that I could hear.
I lost him in the shuffle,
but soon he was revealed,
as with his shield held proudly
he march-ed off the field…

Chorus

His helmet he then removed
with a gracious doff
I looked up at the golden shield
that he’d kept well aloft.
He looked and spoke these words to me
which I’ll never like forget
“I think I pushed so hard I soiled my self
but I can’t tell quite yet.”

Chorus (very enthuiastically)

Words and Music ©2004 by Monique M Bouchard, known in the Society as Aneleda Cytheria Falkonbridge.