LYRICS PAGE
Having trouble figuring out what we're saying? You probably aren't the first ones, as some of these lyrics are a bit strange. Click on the song below to get the lyrics that we sing. Or at least that we think we're singing. Or that we were singing at one point before Paul's brain mutated them once again. Or...
AGINCOURT CAROL
English Traditional (15th century)
Our king went forth to Normandy
With grace and might of chivalry
There God for him wrought marvelously
Wherefore England may call and cry
Deo gratias
Deo gratias Anglia
Redde pro victoria
He set a seige forsooth to say
To Harflour town with royal array
That town he won and made a fray
That France shall rue until doomsday
Deo gratias
Deo gratias Anglia
Redde pro victoria
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CRAFTY MAID'S POLICY
English Traditional (19th Century - thought to be older)
Come sit you a while and I'll sing you a song
Of three merry gentlemen riding along
They spied a fair maid and to her did say
"I fear this cold morning will do you some harm"
"Oh no, kind sir," said the maid, "You're mistaken
To think this cold morning could do me some harm
There's one thing I crave, and it lies twixt your legs
If you'll give me that, it will keep me warm"
"Well since you crave it, my dear, you shall have it
If you'll come with me to yonder green tree.
Then since you do crave it, my dear you shall have it
I'll make these two gentlemen witness to me"
So the gentleman lighted and straightway she mounted
And looking the gentleman hard in the face
Said, "You knew not my meaning, you wrong understood me"
And away she went galloping down the long lane.
"Oh gentlemen here, lend me one of your horses
That I might persue her down the long lane
If I overtake her, I'll warrant I'll make her
Return unto me my own horse again."
But soon as this maiden, oh, she saw him coming
She instantly then took a pistol in hand,
Saying, "Doubt not my skill, it's you that I'll kill
I'll have you stand back or you are a dead man"
"Oh why do you spend your time here in talking?
Oh why do you waste your time here in vain?
Come give her a guinea, it's what she deserves
And I'll warrant she'll give you your own horse again"
"Oh no, kind sir, you're vastly mistaken
And If it ‘s his loss, well it is my gain
And you are a witness that he give it to me."
And away she went galloping down the long lane.
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ELVEN HARPER
lyrics by Mercedes Lackey, modified by Kathy Mar
O the story is told from the shore to the hill,
O have you heard the Elven Harper,
The plainest of plain can be beautiful still.
O the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
Now the Duke's second daughter was ravishing fair
Bright blue were her eyes, and bright gold was her hair.
The Duke's youngest daughter had eyes like the sky
With hair of soft midnight that made courtiers sigh.
But the Duke's eldest daughter, a spinster called Jane
Brown haired and brown eyed, was decidedly plain.
And nobody knew, nor would care if were told
That plain little Jane had a voice of pure gold.
And the Elven Harper would sit on his hill
O have you heard the Elven Harper
And listen for hours to Jane's lovely trill.
O the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
Not a suitor she had, not a sole sought her hand
Though she must wed first by the law of the land.
Her two cruel sisters, impatient to wed
Heaped bitter scorn on their plain sister's head.
One cold night they followed her right to her room
Saying “Oh, how we wish you were dead in your tomb!”
Jane fled in tears through the cold and the storm
With only her nightgown to keep herself warm.
And as her lost song wailed into the night
O have you heard the Elven Harper
The kind harper elf took heed of her plight.
O the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
He sent out a troop of his own elven guard
To search all the wood though the storm pressed them hard.
They brought her before him as frozen as stone
But with kisses he warmed her and made her his own.
Now Jane disappeared in that storm it is said
And both the Duke's daughters are certain she's dead.
But if you should chance by the wild elven hill,
You'll find that the elf folk are dancing there still.
And the music they dance to is sung and is played
O have you heard the Elven Harper
By the blind harper elf and his dear mortal maid.
O the Elven Harper with eyes of frost.
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ON WE GO
by Nancy McCallian
There was an old woman and there was an old man
They lived upon the high road
He once sat as a jockey for his pay
She was her mother's darling- o
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And on we go, and on we go
Can you recall when we were married-o
On we go, and on we go
Wouldn't you be frightened to die alone
Come a little closer to me darling-o
Come with me you silly old man
Cozy as a codfish-o
I've never seen any one sour as you
At least not after breakfast-o
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She grabbed the old man by the hand
She led out in a moonlit night
She took him to the public house
And filled him full of whiskey-o
CHORUS
And on the way back home from town
Oh oh my darling-o
She pushed him in the water and she held him down
Can you recall the day we married-o
CHORUS
There was an old woman and there was an old man
They lived upon the high road
He once sat as a jockey for his pay
She was her mother's darling- o
CHORUS
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SIR EGLAMORE
English Traditional (17th century)
Sir Eglamore was a valiant knight
Fa la la la la dum day
He took (up) his sword and he went to fight
Fa la la la la dum day
And as he rode over hill and dale
All arméd with a coat of maille
Fa la la la la la, la la la lum da, de dum de day
There lept a a dragon out of her den
That slain God knows how many men,
But when she saw Sir Eglamore,
You should've heard that dragon roar.
And then the trees began to shake,
The horse did tremble, the man did quake,
The birds betook them all to weeping,
Twould have made one fall a-weeping.
But all in vain it was to fear
For now they fall to it like bears
And to it they go and soundly fight
A live-long day from morn till night
This dragon had a plagey hide
That could the sharpest steel abide.
No sword could enter her with cuts
Which vexed the night unto the guts.
But as in choler she did burn
He watched the dragon a great good turn
And as a yawning she did fall
He thrust his sword up, hilt and all
Then like a coward she did fly
To her den which was nearby
There she lay all night and roared
The knight was sorry for his sword
But riding away, he then cries
I forsake it, there it lies
He that will go fetch it there
Let him take it without a care.
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TWA CORBIES
Scottish Traditional (16th century)
As I was walkin' all alone
I heard twa corbies making moan
And one unto the other did say-o
Where shall we gang and dine the day-o?
Where shall we gang and dine the day?
In behind yon auld fell dyke
I wot there lies a new-slain knight,
And nobody kens that he lays there-o
But his hawk and his hound and his lady fair-o,
His hound and his hawk and his lady fair.
His hound is tae the hunting gone
His hawk tae fetch the wild fowl home.
His lady's taken another mate-o,
So we may make our dinner sweet-o,
We may make our dinner sweet.
Ye'll sit on his white hawse-bane,
And I'll pluck out his bonny blue e'en.
With many a lock of his golden hair-o,
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare-o,
We'll thick our nest when it grows bare.
Many a man for him makes moan,
But none shall ken where he is gone.
Through his white bones, when they are bare-o,
The wind shall blow forever mair-o
The wind shall blow forever mair.
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