Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 4, 2007 21:56:03 GMT -5
I am creating this thread and asking all you people for help. I am trying to compile all of the songs of the realms into a thread for the use of myself, and other bards on the server. Longearmage was good enough to post 'The Cormytes Boast' for us, but I am looking for them all. Anyone know of any songs from novels they have read, or old 2e sourcebooks from FR? If you have them please post here!
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 4, 2007 21:58:34 GMT -5
I'll start us off with one from Volo's Guide to the North.
Wind by the Fireside
So as you shiver in the cold and the dark, Look into the fire and see in its spark-- My eye Watching over you.
As you walk in the wind's whistling claws, Listen past the howling of the wolf's jaws. My song Comes to you.
And when you're lost in the trackless snow, Look up high where the eagles go. My star Shines for you.
In deep, dark mine or on crumbling peak, Hear the words of love I speak. My thoughts Are with you.
You are not forsaken. You are not forgotten. The North cannot swallow you. The snows cannot bury you. I will come for you. Faerun will grow warmer, And the gods will smile But oh, my love, guard yourself well-- All this may not happen for a long, long while.
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 4, 2007 22:14:49 GMT -5
Jonstan the Rover
Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover Rides misty-eyed down to the Dales again Into forests and fields, rare beauty all over, Land of his true loves - Aldee, Imthra, and Luthane, Elda and Myrta, Chalantha and Araine.
Will he find yet another? Or be welcomed back? Long lasses aplenty catch his winking eye. Is it kisses he`ll taste soon? Or scorn everlasting? Love and laughter and soon away Jonstan will fly. Cone again over threshold and under dawn sky.
Far across Faerun, a rover adventures free 'Til the Dales call his heart home again To Jhaele, Sharune, Aleese and Rythree. Warm arms and hearth and a roof 'gainst rain 'Til his wandering feet bear him away again.
Climbing far mountains, riding in high clover To Waterdeep and the shores of the Shining Sea. "Hark! Comes now bold Jonstan the Rover? Will he, oh will he ever come back to me?" The Dales call back the man wedded but free.
Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover Comes riding down into the Dales again. Their forests and fields, rare beauty all over, His true love more than all the maidens in pain. My man is riding mist-eyed to the Dales again.
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 4, 2007 22:30:54 GMT -5
Here is an actual list of known songs, I have been trying to google them, any help is appreciated.
A Dove At Dawn 1329 Ardreth, High Harp of Berdusk Another Battle Comes The Morn ? Unknown Ballad of the Gallant Wastrels ? Unknown Ballad of the Shadow Storm ? Unknown Ballad of the Wayfarer ? Synder Gallowglass, the Minstrel of Many Roads Dark Lass Gone Away 1364 Unknown Death To All Mages 975 Bendoglaer Syndrath, Bard of Barrowhill Ever Is Weather ? Unknown Fall of the Company ? Felestin the Bard Great Changes Aborning 1332 Mintiper Moonsilver Helms Full of Blood ? Unknown In a Dark, Dark Wood ? Unknown Jonstan the Rover ? Jaladha Tshamryl, Minstrel of Battledale Last Lament ? Unknown Lost and Hapless ? Unknown Lost Princess Road ? Unknown Many Meetings c. 1115 Unknown My Lady of Shadows 1364 Inder Braelen My Lady of the Moonlight ? Unknown Nine Stars Around a Silver Moon 1338 Mintiper Moonsilver Oh, Come Let Me Sing ? Unknown Raise Another Glass of Cheer ? Unknown Rhyme of the Road 1359 Revendar the Far-Travelled Safe Behind Blackbarn's Shield ? Unknown Salute to Victorious Warriors ? Unknown She Walked Out On the Waves ? Unknown Song of the Border Ride 1327 Master Bard Misrath Oorlem Starfall Pool ? Unknown Tears Never Cease 1330 Halindar Droun, Bard of Beregost Tears On a Crystal Ball 1366 Shandreth of Highmoon The Ballad of Blacksaddle ? Laetha the Wanderer The Ballad of the Dreamweaver c. 1320 Talanthe Truesilver The Bold Knight and the Terrible Wyrm ? Unknown The Cormyte's Boast ? Master Bard Chanthalas The Dragon Cried ? Unknown The Dryad and the Gargoyle ? Unknown The Fireside Song of Old Adventurers ? Unknown The Knights of Dragon Down ? Unknown The Last Ride of Roelvelar Windgauntlet ? Unknown The Lonely Hunt ? Unknown The Ride of the Lion ? Unknown The Rider O'er the Moon ? Unknown The Shining Crown ? Unknown The Sun Comes Up Again ? Darbrukk Syndylver The Wandering Wyrm ? Aldersound Bucklebar, the Halfling Minstrel The Warlock King ? Unknown The Witch of the Far Cold Hill ? Unknown The Wizard's Tune ? Unknown Trollsong ? Unknown When Mages Go to War 1332 Angarn Dunharp Wind By the Fireside ? Unknown
**Crossed out titles signify someone else, or myself has researched and posted the song, or at least part of it that is available. I have found that some of these only exist in part.
There was a knight who longed to wield a more impressive lance To carry into battle, and to aid him with romance. A wizard overheard the knight and granted his request. The knight at first was overjoyed to see how he was blessed.
Hey there, ho there, A lesson's coming through: Be careful what you ask for-- For your wishes may come true.
The knight went to a revel with his weapon thus enhanced. The lance made dining difficult and tripped him while he danced. The next day at the tournaments he won the jousting meets, For all who faced his fearsome lance fell laughing from their seats.
The knight romanced a lady who admired his staff of oak. They'd scarse begun their gentle joust before the staff had broke. The knight sought out the wizard, who replied when brought to task, "Your wish bespoke how long it WAS, and not how long 'twould LAST!"
Repeat chorus if possible, run if necessary.
The Ballad of the Zhentish Raiders (only two stanzas)
They're far from staid after a raid Those men of Zhentil Keep; They kill off all the women For they much prefer the sheep.
The men don't eat their ill-got treat; Not one of them's a glutton. So isn't it a marvel That they always smell of mutton?
The Death of the Paladin
We've come to mourn the paladin, That best and noblest sort of man. His way was clear, his will was strong, But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong.
Alone he faced the orcish hoard And, dauntless, raised his mighty sword. He did not flinch, he did not blink, He surely did not stop and think.
The halls of Tempus open wide. Our paladin is led inside. He shares with all his righteous creed And frowns on wenching, ale, and mead.
So do not mourn this hero's death Though of his strength you are bereft. If you must weep, weep for the god Who must endure the tiresome sod.
Post by DM Justicar - Creator of FRC on Jul 5, 2007 14:05:05 GMT -5
Excellent thread and idea. Thank you. I will see what I can do to help.
Leave the drama for your mama. FRC was founded with love, inspired by the original Gygax-ian "table top" role-playing principles, and curated to be authentic to the spirit of the early D&D game concepts. Enjoy.
In all that you do, have gratitude for the smallest of things, for even the seldom-noted, overlooked piece is part of the one great puzzle.
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga fields all about. Ga men of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story!
(CHORUS) We may be here, we may be there, Like men of course we’re everywhere! We may be fair, but so are elves, Ga People, see, are just themselves! We may be stout, but so are dwarves, At least we’re not afraid of wharves! We may be small, but so are hin, At least we have hair on our chin! We may be fierce, but so are orcs, At least we do not taste like pork! We may be here, we may be there, Ga misty trail runs everywhere!
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga trees all about. Ga elves of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story!
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga gems all about. Ga dwarves of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story!
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga pipes all about. Ga hin of course get half ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story!
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at nothing all about. Ga orcs of course get all ga ‘ory, Oops, not our fault, and not our story!
gnome drinking ditty entitled "Ga Nomes" blamed on Mintiper Moonsilver Year of the Boot (1343 DR)
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 6, 2007 19:54:06 GMT -5
The High Forest was their home. They flee, they fly, they roam. The orcs, the orcs are everywhere And soon they'll all be living here. Away you go into the wood To find out why, as if you could. Do you know what you'll find there? Pain, confusion, and despair.
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 6, 2007 19:58:15 GMT -5
Oh Come Let Me Sing
Oh, come let me sing of Olothontor the Old. Music in thrall this lone wyrm doth hold. If you would live to see sunrise again, Sing long of love, and loss, and pain. Sing as you've never sung before, And alive you may be gently shown the door.
-- Stanza from "Oh, Come, Let Me Sing," a Harper drinking ballad of anonymous collective authorship
OOC Note: Darkharp and Mynian are working on server specific version of this song, about heros/villians/creatures from the server, so look, or rather listen for it
As I walked that grim battlefield forlorn I heard a distant, haunting elven horn Calling o'er high hills beyond the moon Calling from a land I'll find soon Braceldaur, where elves still stand proud Blowing their horns, sounding them loud Calling to thee, calling to me Calling to all who burn to be free Braceldaur, where the lost trails run Lost in mists, in shadow, in sun Land of beauty, land so green Bright and far in dreams I've seen Braceldaur, fore'er awaiting me Reached by paths I cannot see Soft blue mists, dark standing trees Darker eyes watching through leaves Find it I must In it I trust Braceldaur, my life I bind to thee.
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 7, 2007 14:58:49 GMT -5
The Shining Crown
A wise old man to me did frown Asking: where is thy shining crown? I see its rightful place upon thy hair Where right now rests but empty air
Chorus: Over the next hill Over the ridge Through deep forests Across lonely bridge
Far afield waits a shining crown Gleaming riches, great renown There but to reach and take If ye'll only stir and wake
To horse! Mount and ride With good shield and high pride A little courage, a little luck Grim slogging and pluck
Better to have reached and lost Hopes withered as by winter frost To leap up again, high and far Than to sit alone in a quiet bar
My old tired eyes no longer shine So why not try? Strive and die My hands are weak; far too much wine No disgrace the bards will cry And little weaponworkyet Ill fight Ye just might win a shining crown Old wolves can still, defiant, bite Bring the mighty crashing down And talk your talk not so loud
It lies yonder, o'er far-off hill It waits for those who boldly will Come a-seeking with ready blade A shining crown for heroes made.
Post by The Bard Darkharp on Jul 7, 2007 15:01:09 GMT -5
Raise Another Glass of Cheer
Chorus: The night draws on and sleep is near I draw another glass of wet cheer If I close my eyes I dream of you And see again the high hall The kneeling knights, my proud throne The vaults of gold, the bowls of gems
The banners proud, the armies vast Chambers of riches too many to count All this my own, under my proud feet Until the day we chanced to meet
I gave it all up, I threw it all away To win your love, your smile, your hand But you left me in cold disarray To wander hard roads until today
If I close my eyes I dream of you And betimes, when I've been good I dream you love me as I do you Your smile lights the dark night into day
And then I fear I always wake And find myself alone If you are lost, forever gone I'll sleep and know your love again