Bard Songs

Daltrin the Cheerful
Jeff Gostin

Hear Ye Hear Ye!! Hereunder lies the words as told by various bards, compiled by me,
Daltrin The Cheerful. Please, use the words to best thy knowledge, and further thy goals.
Beware the bard who uses these as his own (IE: Copyrights apply to original authors.).
Other than that, brave minstrel, enjoy, and may your mandolin strings never break!!

PS: If in all the excitement, I have mismarked an author, or made some other grevious error,
please let me know! An index will be sent seperately. Both this document, and the index,
are going out on the same night, so they should be arriving together also.
If you dont recieve the index within a few days of recieving this document,
please let me know, and I'll happily send it out to you!

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Ballads submitted by Ketil Malde (s082@klegg.uib.no)

Gorm the Greedy's ballad
(tune should be obvious, 'oh Lord, won't you buy me..')

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one
a battle is coming, my armor is gone
without some protection, your servant is done,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one!

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a magical sword,
I just got a dagger, that's all I could afford,
but grant me a weapon, I'll call you my lord,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a magical sword!

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a powerful ring,
or bracelet or necklace, or similar thing,
i'll do in all monsters, and _then_ I shall sing:
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a powerful ring,

Oh Torm, won't you give me the Crown of Command,
or even that infamous Veccna'ses hand,
a Holy Avenger, a staff if you can,
Oh Torm, won't you give me the Crown of Command,

Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one
a battle is coming, my armor is gone
without some protection, your servant is done,
Oh, Torm, won't you give me a chainmail plus one!

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Ballads submitted by Mark Manning (aio!mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov)

A Little Diddy

Oh once, there was merry,
A sweet little lady,
Who traveled, and traveled, about and out oh!

Well, she went a court-in,
But he was a snort-in,
On his whiskey, being frisky, and free-he-he-ho!

So she wouldn't marry,
Nor would she tarry,
But she left him, berefit him,
All - a-a-lone!

And when she was pretty,
He became so witty,
That she fell, as well, in love-e-oh!

And so they were married,
And didn't they tarry?
But soon they were more,
Who were alive, alive oh!

(Of course to the old song:
Cockels and Muscles are alive, alive oh!
[Or whatever it is called.])

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Untitled ("I'm Dreaming of a Crystal Ball.")
(To the tune of "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas")

Oh I'm, dreaming of a Crystal Ball.
Just like the one I had last fall.
When the ogres ca-ame, and smashed my plane,
And left, me defenseless and all.....

I'm, dreaming of my Wand of Power.
Which shatter with a blow.
Oh yes, it exploded, and it was loaded,
So I..... took the damage - all....

(Attempts at whistling now heard...)

Oh I'm, dreaming of my old fortress,
Where all the orcs were led one day.
When the lich attacked me, for pay......
And I became his, to this day.......

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Untitled ("Prayer to a god")

Prayer:"Oh lord, show me the way. What
shalt I do? Where shalt I go? Tell me
oh lord!"

Messenger:

Sunlight can not be captured,
Nor moonlight stored away.
Hearts which you are after,
Have flown far away.

Stray not, nor tarry,
Upon the beaten coast.
But leave off the merry,
And tie thy clothes with rope.

Gold is not your province,
Nor Silver counted among thy hoard.
Tis souls you should be after,
In thy cloths and robes.

Remember that which you carry,
Is given unto thee.
To neither stray, nor tarry,
By such a pounding sea.

Use it as a beacon,
A boat to carry you along,
Hold it up and be not wary,
But be both proud and strong.

That thou are a servant,
For thy god, thee must,
Always in your carry,
His pride and trust.

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Untitled ("See the Corpse")
(To the tune "Walking in a Winter Wonder Land")

See the corpse - it has risen,
Taste the smell - it's so gruesome,
To hack out of time, with this silly rhyme,
Chopping up a zombie or two.

When were through, we'll collect bones,
Then we'll look, to connect bones,
We'll make a bridge, out in the fridge,
Walking through a graveyard at night.

(Chorus or whatever that little change in the music is.)

We can build a skeleton or two ma'm,
All we need is a bone or two.
If we take our time we can do two ma'm,
All we need is to chop and to sew.

So you see, it's so easy,
Take your time, no need to rush it.
Just chop a-way, and hack all day,
Walking in a graveyard at midnight.

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Untitled ("Slaver Bells")
(To the tune of "Silver Bells")

Slaver Bells, Slaver Bells,
It's whipping time - in the city.
(Just hear that...)
Whimpering, whimpering,
Soon it will be auction day.

See the ladys, all parading,
Wearing shackles and chains.
As they hobble along the roadside.

See the men, dear,
Standing there dear,
Quite a sight to be seen.

And above all the ruckus, you hear...

Slaver bells, hear them yell.
It's whipping time - in the city.
(Oh hear those...)
Slavers sing, the money ring,
As they sell off - everyone.

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Ballads submitted by David Moursund (moursund@hpcvnb.CV.HP.COM)

The Ballad of Sir Osis

His mithril armor burnished bright,
One gauntlet black, the other white.
His helm alive with brilliant light,
His longsword danced with flame.

This hero faced his greatest test;
This battle would complete his quest.
The shield he carried bore his crest;
Sir Osis was his name.

For courage and for strength he prayed,
To Tyr, the god who he obeyed.
His trust and faith would give him aid;
He would not fight alone.

"For honor, and for Tyr!", he roared,
And leapt to battle for his lord.
Opposing that unholy sword,
He charged to match his own.

And locked in battle, toe to toe,
He stood against his mortal foe,
Exchanging blow for deadly blow,
A small and savage war.

The damage done by each was vast;
He knew his health was failing fast.
The next exchange might be the last;
He could not stand much more.

And yet he vowed he would not yield.
He stood his ground, and raised his shield,
To win or die upon this field;
The fateful moment neared.

And in his rival, there was doubt.
Afraid that he might lose this bout,
The man of evil's nerve gave out;
The coward disappeared.

His masquerade of honor gone,
With craven guile, this evil spawn
Did soon return, to battle on;
Most foully did he fight.

But at our hero's side now stood
The valliant Flaming Fools, who would,
United on the side of good,
Prove steadfast in their might.

Courageously, they joined the fray,
And only Phillip ran away.
At last the party won the day,
And killed the wicked beast.

Remember well, and heed this tale;
The noble hearted will not fail.
For in the end, the good prevail,
And evil will be greased.

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The Flight of the Paladins

The sky is the stage, with a storm all around;
The audience helplessly waits on the ground.

The dragons above claim the sky as their own,
And flame marks the path over which they have flown.

Then up from below comes a thunderous cry;
The paladin airborne appears in the sky!

Each knight on his pegasus, lances at hand;
To battle they ride, in a glorious stand.

Mere words can't describe the magnificent fight,
As dragon and paladin battle this night.

Raw courage and steel against talon and breath,
As more than one hero earns honor in death.

The blood of both evil and good falls like rain,
But when it is over, no dragons remain.

Perhaps but a dream, or a vision, and yet,
Those sharing this vision shall never forget.

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The Glory of Adventure

When the enemy's surrounding,
and we think our nerves will fail,
when we hear the trumpets sounding,
and they make us quake and quail,
grab your mug and we'll be pounding
down another round of ale!