CF-Drink-Sngs-art - 12/18/06 A collection of Campfire Drinking Songs collected by Lord Gyric of Otershaghe. A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd. NOTE: See also the files: songs-msg, song-sources-msg, SI-songbook1-art, p-songs-msg, P-Polit-Songs-art, singing-msg, music-lnks, Bardic-Guide-art. ************************************************************************ NOTICE - This article was submitted to me by the author for inclusion in this set of files, called Stefan's Florilegium. These files are available on the Internet at: http://www.florilegium.org Copyright to the contents of this file remains with the author or translator. While the author will likely give permission for this work to be reprinted in SCA type publications, please check with the author first or check for any permissions granted at the end of this file. Thank you, Mark S. Harris...AKA:..Stefan li Rous stefan at florilegium.org ************************************************************************ Campfire Drinking Songs By Lord Gyric of Otershaghe A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd. All Songs are public domain, or credited where able. If you know the author of a song, please tell me so I can meet them... Good Company Let union be in all our hearts Let all our hearts be joined as one We'll end the day as we begun We'll end it all in pleasure. Chorus: Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do While we are together. Good company is what we're here for Singing, dancing, drinking beer for Naught that one could shed a tear for While we are together. Chorus Old King Henry in all his glory Told each wife a different story Of all the things that we delight in While we are together. Chorus Grab the bottle as it passes Do not fail to fill your glasses Water drinkers are dull fellows While we are together. Chorus LOCAL S.C.A. (Tune: "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen") Arrest these merry gentles, nay, it would be so unkind, If you'll but wait a moment, sir, we will relieve your mind. We are not escaped lunatics, so kindly us unbind, For we are your local S C A, SCA, For we are your local S C A. These men aren't wearing dresses, sir, Those are not pantyhose. No, those are tights and tunics, sir, They are medieval clothes. And men were really macho then, As everybody knows, So please do not look upon us that way, that way. For we are your local S C A. We recreate past ages, sir, And that is all we do. Please give our swords and knives to us, We'd like our axes, too. Return us all our weapons, sir, The act you will not rue, For we mostly use them for display, display. For we are your local S C A. We really are not dangerous Although we like to fight. We do it on a tourney field, You see, so it's all right. And we wear lots of armour, too, Like any noble knight, And use our wooden sticks to whale away, whale away, For we are your local S C A. Oh, we pavanne in public, sir, The horse bransle do, also. Full many a fine feast attend And to a revel go. And all that night we sing and drink, For free the mead doth flow, Then drive four hundred miles the next day, the next day. For we are your local S C A. We have a King and Prince who do Our loyalty command This is Three Rivers Barony, The finest in the land. And we are on our way to court, But not the one you planned. Oh, please let us go upon our way, our way. For we are your local S C A. Arrest these merry gentles, nay, Discretion you should use. For we are lords and ladies, sir, So how can you refuse. I say, that is a lady, sir, You should not her abuse. It is not genteel to act this way, this way, And lock up your local S C A. WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL -L. Crowe (Tune: "The Ash Grove") When I was a young girl and very protected I thought that the Mongols were to be decried. But now I am older, and I found out different, I've learned that a Mongol shall not be denied! And I say to myself, this is not as I planned, This burning and sacking and looting of towns! I could have been Queen, but things turned out different; And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown! One day I went walking, one morning for pleasure, I there met the Mongol who soon changed my life! He had me; I had him; we then had each other, I bore him a son, and he took me to wife! And I say to myself, as I dress for the War, In leathers and furs with my braids hanging down: My life may be strange, but it never is boring! And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown! WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN -Peter S. Beagle (Tune: "The Ash Grove") When I was a young man and very well thought of I couldn't ask aught that the ladies denied I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins And I never spoke love but I knew that I lied. But I said to myself Ah, they none of them know The secret I shelter and savor and save I wait for the one who will see through my seeming And I'll know when I love by the way I behave. The years drifted over like clouds in the heavens The ladies went by me like snow on the wind I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled And I sinned and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned But I said to myself, ah, they none of them see There's part of me pure as the whisk of a wave My lady is late but she'll find I've been faithful And I'll know when I love by the way I behave. At last came a lady both knowing and tender Saying you're not at all what they take you to be I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea And I say to myself when there's time for a word As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved Old Maid in the Garret Now I've often heard it said from me father and me mother That the going to a wedding is the making of another Well, if this be so, I will go without a biddin' O kind providence, won't you send me to a wedding And its O dear me, how would it be, If I die an old maid in a garret Well, now there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting Now she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter Here am I at forty-four and I've never had an offer I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready There's nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery As a wee fat man to call me his own deary And its O dear me, how would it be, If I die an old maid in a garret Now come landsman, come townsman, come tinker or come tailor Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty Come any man at all won't you marry out of pity Well now I'm away home for there's nobody's heeding Nobody's heeding to poor old Trudy's pleading I'll hie the way home to my own lonesome garret If I can't get a man, then I'll surely get a pirate. Beer, Beer, Beer Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... A long time ago, way back in history When all there was to drink was nothing but cup of tea A long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a King And to his praises we will always sing, Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer. Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... A barrel of malt a bushel of hops you stir it around with a stick The kind of lubrication that make your engine tick Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the cracks It's only two and fifty pounds a pint, and five percent in tax! The White Heart, The Dragon Inn, the Royal Oak as well One thing you can be sure of it's Charlie's beer they sell Come on all ye lucky lads at eleven o'clock she stops Five short seconds to remember Charlie Mops One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a King And to his praises we will always sing, Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer. Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl Chorus Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over For tonight we'll be merry, merry be For tonight we'll be merry, merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed right mellow Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed right mellow He lives as he ought to live He lives as he ought to live And he dies a damn good fellow. Chorus Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed right sober Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed right sober He falls as the leaves do fall He falls as the leaves do fall He'll be dead by next October. Chorus Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother She's a foolish, foolish thing She's a foolish, foolish thing For she'll never get another. Chorus Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to get another Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to get another She's a boon to all mankind She's a boon to all mankind And soon she'll be a mother. Chorus Health to the Company Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain For this company might never all meet here again. Chorus: So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain For this company might never all meet here again. So here's a health to the wee lass, that I love so well For style and for beauty there's none can excell She smiles upon my countenance as she sits upon my knee Sure, there's no-one on earth who's as happy as me. Chorus So here's a health to their majesties, that we love so well For wit and for wisdom there's none can excell With wit and with wisdom they rule our country Sure, there's no one on earth who's as happy as we. Chorus Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock I wish her safe landed without any shock If ever I should meet you by land or by sea I will always remember your kindness to me. Chorus Here's a health to the Blacksmith Who kindled my flame And one to the chandler who lit it again Come landlord and brewer pray generous be For were gathered together with dear company. Chorus Boozin' What are the joys of the single young man? Why Boozin, Bloody well Boozin' And what is he doing whenever he can? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin' You may think I'm wrong and you may thing I'm right I don't want to argue, I know you can fight But what do you think we'll be doing tonight? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. Chorus: Boozin', Boozin' just you and I Boozin', Boozin', when we are dry Some do it openly, some on the sly But we all are bloody well Boozin'. What are the joys of the poor married man? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. And what is he doing whenever he can? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. He goes out at night and makes many a call He come home quite late and he gives his wife all But what brings him home hanging on to the wall? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. Chorus Why do the priests and the bishops run down? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. And what are they damning in every town? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. The stand on the street corners, they rant and they shout They shout about things they know nothing about (Hark the Harold Angles sing, beer's the cure for everything) But what are they doing when the lights are all out? Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'. Chorus All For Me Grog Chorus: Well, it's all for me grog Me jolly, jolly grog Its all gone for beer and tobacco For I spent up all me tin, on the lassies drinking gin And across the western ocean I must wander. Well, it's all for me hat Me jolly, jolly hat, Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about And me head is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me shirt Me jolly, jolly shirt Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the sleeves are all worn out, the lapel is kicked about And me chest is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me pants Me jolly, jolly pants Its all gone for beer and tobacco For the legs are all worn out, and the cuffs are kicked about And me arse is looking out for better weather Chorus Well, it's all for me bed Me jolly, jolly bed Its all gone for beer and tobacco For I leant it to a whore, and she broke it to the floor And the springs are looking out for better weather Chorus Wild Rover I've been a wild rover for many a year And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer And now I'm returning with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more. Chorus: And it's no, nay, never, (right up yer Kilt!) No nay never no more, Will I play the wild rover No never no more. I went to an ale-house I used to frequent And I told the landlady my money was spent. I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay Such a custom as yours I could have any day." Chorus I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight. She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest." Chorus I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son. And if they forgive me as ofttimes before Sure I never will play the wild rover no more. Chorus The Cockerell Song by Ivor Biggun From the Album: "More Filth! Dirt Cheap" Some folks like a pussy, a budgie or a tit Some take up with a Spaniel pup That fills up the house with [woof, woof] shit Myself now I keep chickens And I've a favourite one He's Dick my little cockerel And I don't know where he's gone [Chorus] Has anyone seen my cock My big Rhode Island Red He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue And purple on his head He stands straight up in the morning And he gives my wife a shock [scream] Has anybody seen, anybody seen Anybody, anybody seen my cock He's a stiff necked little upstart And I've known him all my life He's my pride and pleasure And a torment to my wife Sometimes he's magnificent And sometimes small and thin But he puffs up like a pigeon When you tickle him under the chin Chorus He has two enormous wattles hanging down They're the best you'll ever find Madam, you may stroke him if you like If you feel that way inclined Be careful he doesn't spit in your eye though Chorus x 2 Has anybody seen, anybody seen Anybody, anybody seen his cock Edited by Mark S. 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