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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 3:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:58 am
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Okay, here's an old sea shanty I'll share with the Guild. I forget who first wrote it, but my dad used to have it on a whole album full of old sea songs. It's meant to be sung at a medium/slow pace. While not the most bouncy of songs, it's still a good late-night mellow song.
"High Barbary"
There were two lofty ships, from old England came. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. One was the Prince of Luther, and the other Prince of Wales. Crusin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
"Avast then, avast then!" our gallant Captain cried. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. "Man the bow and man the stern, and man wherever lookout be!" Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
"Well, there is naught ahead, and there is naught a-lee!" Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. "But there's a lofty ship go windward, and she's blowin' fast and free." Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
"Ahoy then, ahoy then!" our gallant Captain cried. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. "Are you a man-o-war or a privateer?" cried he. Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
"I'm not a man-o-war or a privateer!" cried he. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. "I am a lofty pirate ship, come lookin' for my fee!" Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
Then broadside to broadside, a long time we lay. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. Until the Prince of Luther shot the pirates' mast away. Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
"Have mercy, have mercy!" the pirates then did plea. Blow high, blow low, and so sail we. But the mercy that we showed to them, we sank them in the sea. Cruisin' down along the coast of high Barbary.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 5:33 pm
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I heard this and knew I had to share it with you all. “As heard by Sir Richard Blackmoore in a tavern one night.”
Quote: My favorite exotic persona story from Pennsic, revolves around good Lord Verminard (formerly known as Vermin before he stopped wearing bizarre garb and skull bumper stickers on his helm and turned into a period fashion plate). Our man Verminard, perturbed at the growing vampire infestation, fashioned some stakes and other traditional anti-vamp equipment and set out at night to save the camp from the undead scourge. By happy chance he found his fanged prey lurking not far from Vlad's pleasure palace. Where he proceeded to hold the monster at bay with God's own implements, and succeeded in staking the vampire through the heart (with good natured cooperation from the overbite challenged fiend, who dutifully screamed and flailed as he was taken down by the Lord's servant Verminard). When done they traced an outline of the now peaceful body in chalk, so that when it turned to ash (oddly this did not happen immediately), there would be proof of the hunter's success and a message sent to others that Vlad's pleasure palace was off bounds to undead creeps and was only to visited by live creeps. Much merriment ensued, as other vampires (unlike the cooperative one with a sense of humor) took exception to this level of discrimination and hostility, protesting the blatant attempt to oppress the suntan challenged minority, pointing out that the SCA has an inclusive, big tent philosophy that isn't about rules, but about letting everybody play the way they want to play, as long as it is fun. Someone suggested the vampires go bite everyone in Raven spittle. At which point one of the vampires said that unlike them, Ravenspittle's folks were outside of the SCA period and should not be allowed to participate. Supposedly he was told to shut the hell up and presumably does not receive any Halloween cards from his fellow nosferatu. Someone said they should go bite the Tuchux instead, which apparently was about as appealing as eating scrapple. This episode and the ensuing stories, some of them possible even true, made Verminard forever one of my favorite people, all past sins forgiven.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 7:50 pm
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Here's one of the songs my dad and I love to sing on our way to events in the car:
Early One Morning
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising, I heard a maid sing in the valley below; "O don't deceive me, O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Oh fresh is the garden and gay is the garland, I cull from the garden to bind on my brow. "O don't deceive me, O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Remember the vow that you gave that night to Mary, Remember you vowed to be true. "O don't deceive me, O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Remember the vows that you made to me so truly, Remember the promise made beneath the willow tree "Here! As I wonder! Here! As I wander! Why must I here in sorrow remain?"
Thus sung the maiden her sorrow bewailing, Thus sung the maid in the valley below; "O don't deceive me, O never leave me! How could you use a poor maiden so?"
There's a second version, posted with the regular one here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_One_Morning
It's really cute, we'll do a harmony on the last bit. whee teehee!
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 10:13 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2009 11:07 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 9:56 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 11:23 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 1:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 6:23 am
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As I wait for folks to get around to the guild's posts, here's a little something I thought I'd share. A re-tooling of an old filk I did a couple of years back. Enjoy!
Savage Father A filk by Seamus "The Shameless" McGrail
Chorus: I am my daughter's savage father, and you'd best step lightly whenever I'm near. I am my daughter's savage father, and I'll not spare your hide if she comes home in tears.
My daughter's father, he is a savage. He eschews feast-gear and eats with his hands. He swills down his mead and when he belches, it echoes and rolls all through the north lands.
Chorus
My daughter's father, he is a drinker. He enjoys whiskey, mead, rum, and ale. He drinks his friends right under the table, where he leaves them to groan and complain into pails.
Chorus
My daughter's father, he is a fighter. He employs greatsword or shield and mace. And he will have the respect that you owe him, or he'll lay his rattan right upside your face.
Chorus
Now he's drowned many suitors in darkness and water, and it'll be long til his favor is won. But come through Hell with your life and your honor, and on some distant day he might just call you 'Son'.
Chorus X4
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