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Wench, Lady, Cassia, Sun, Bard

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Dec. 5th, 2012

Wench, Lady, Cassia, Sun, Bard

Three Drunken Maidens - Traditional/Folk

Wassail!

Here is a lovely little traditional/folk song I've recently added to my repertoire with some minor modifications from many of the online lyrics I've found as I learnt it via a pod-cast called : TdB Bardic Circle  - They've got a few good ones!

I hope to learn how to do podcasts myself sometime in the near future and post not only our local bardic circle practices but also some of my own singing. For now you can find me on YouTube @ http://www.youtube.com/user/kashiechan/videos?flow=grid&view=0

Keep singing all you folks out there, I hope we meet by the fire side soon :)

THREE DRUNKEN MAIDENS

There were two drunken maidens
Lived on the Isle of Wight
They started drinking Monday
Didn’t stop ‘till Saturday night.
When Saturday night came round, me boys,
These girlies would go out
These two drunken maidens
Pushing the jug about.
 
Then in comes bouncing Sally
With her face as red as a bloom.
"Move over me jolly sisters,
and give yer Sally some room!
For I’ll be yer equal
Before this night is out!”
So now three drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about!

Well there was woodcock & pheasant
Partridge & hare
And every kind of ply, me boys
No scarcity was there
Oh 40 Quarts of beer I’m told
They fairly drunk it up!
These three drunken Maidens
Pushing the Jug about

Then in comes the landlord
He's Looking for his pay.
“I’ve got a bill for 40 shillings
you’re bound by law to pay!”
They hadn’t got the money,
And yet still wouldn’t go out!
These three drunken maidens
Pushing the jug about!

Now where are your feathered hats
Your mantles crisp and fine?

They’ve all been swallowed up me boys
In tankards of good wine!

And where are your maidenheads,
You maids so frisk and gay?

We left them in the Public house,
We drank them clean away!

(Note: BOLD lyrics are done as a male singer or deep voice while the italics are the responce made by the ladies :)

Nov. 19th, 2012

Wench, Lady, Cassia, Sun, Bard

Upcoming Class in December & A Song from my Childhood

Salu folks, its been a while.

I've been a busy girl but obviously not busy enough keeping things updated! So I return with this entry to say that for anyone in the SCA (Society of Creative Anachronism) that is in the Edmonton, Alberta area and will be attending Yule Feast on the weekend of December 8th; I will be offering a bardic class!
 The class will be about what roll bards played in history, the different names of them as well as basic tips to know about being at or hosting bardic circles and even some singing tricks for vocal performances. If your interested but not able to attend and would like the notes for this class, message me and I will provide them after the event has happened.

 Now... For a song... 

 This is a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a child and I have always remembered it; not always well or correctly but that has changed as I have slowly added it to my song collection. It is completely non-period for the SCA but it can easily pass for one.

Two Little Boys
(Morse - Madden arr. Braden) H. Darewski Music / EMI / Redwood Music (P) 1969
Cond. Alan Braden - Produced by Mickey Clarke

Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer's day
Warriors both of course
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy then cried with joy
As his young playmate said

Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Jack and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys

Long years had passed, war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew

Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two
Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys

Do you think I would leave you dying
There's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying
Back to the ranks so blue
Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys


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Yours in Song, Service & Silliness

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