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==The Overlady's Dilemma== | |||
Once my Overlord came to me | Once my Overlord came to me | ||
And said my dear, pray harken and see | And said my dear, pray harken and see | ||
A son I need, a priest he will be | A son I need, a priest he will be | ||
To rescue me from lock and key. | To rescue me from lock and key. | ||
So he hefted his spear and leapt astride | So he hefted his spear and leapt astride | ||
And with his paltry instrument trust inside | And with his paltry instrument trust inside | ||
Scare a minute had passed or less besides | Scare a minute had passed or less besides | ||
Til the Overlord finished his premature ride. | Til the Overlord finished his premature ride. | ||
Now nine months later it was plain and clear | Now nine months later it was plain and clear | ||
A little foul beast had grown in here | A little foul beast had grown in here | ||
I asked for his name and was shocked to hear | I asked for his name and was shocked to hear | ||
"1st Son - of many to be born, my dear" | "1st Son - of many to be born, my dear" | ||
Now many years later and my body ails | Now many years later and my body ails | ||
You'd think after nine sons his ardor would fail | You'd think after nine sons his ardor would fail | ||
But my Overlord still lifts his tiny tail | But my Overlord still lifts his tiny tail | ||
To make those wicked sons to save him from jail. | To make those wicked sons to save him from jail. | ||
How I wish I had a strong and handsome mate | How I wish I had a strong and handsome mate | ||
Like King Fingolfin, the Fiercesome and Great | Like King Fingolfin, the Fiercesome and Great | ||
But instead I have this beastly husband I hate | But instead I have this beastly husband I hate | ||
With a great fat gut and a balding pate. | With a great fat gut and a balding pate. | ||
So gentlemen of the realm please harken to me | So gentlemen of the realm please harken to me | ||
And listen to the Overlady, sad as can be: | And listen to the Overlady, sad as can be: | ||
You're all tired of these son, its plain to see | You're all tired of these son, its plain to see | ||
Well try bouncing NINE on your poor old knee. | Well try bouncing NINE on your poor old knee. | ||
==The Savior of the North== | |||
''(Sung in the style of The Rains of Castamere) | ''(Sung in the style of The Rains of Castamere) | ||
''Who shall face me, said the demon lord, | ''Who shall face me, said the demon lord, | ||
Who seeks deliverance to death? | Who seeks deliverance to death? | ||
No mortal man shall rise to me | No mortal man shall rise to me | ||
None that shall draw breath. | None that shall draw breath. | ||
But with a shining sword | But with a shining sword | ||
and heart of steel, | and heart of steel, | ||
Sir Darius stood bold and tall | Sir Darius stood bold and tall | ||
The Dawn refused to kneel. | The Dawn refused to kneel. | ||
And so he laughed, and so he laughed | And so he laughed, and so he laughed | ||
the Darkness of the North | the Darkness of the North | ||
But now we sit atop his skull | But now we sit atop his skull | ||
As Unger's sons go forth. | As Unger's sons go forth. | ||
And who are you, the darkness roared, | And who are you, the darkness roared, | ||
What fool dares challenge me? | What fool dares challenge me? | ||
"A son of Thalmarkin", the knight replied | "A son of Thalmarkin", the knight replied | ||
"From whose blade you will flee!" | "From whose blade you will flee!" | ||
In battle joined the two crossed arms, | In battle joined the two crossed arms, | ||
the Darkness and the Day | the Darkness and the Day | ||
And with a true thrust of his bright blade | And with a true thrust of his bright blade | ||
The evil he did slay. | The evil he did slay. | ||
And so he laughed, and he laughed, | And so he laughed, and he laughed, | ||
The Bringer of the Morn. | The Bringer of the Morn. | ||
For his sword had fetched a prize | For his sword had fetched a prize | ||
A fine head for Unger to adorn! | A fine head for Unger to adorn! | ||
==Benedicta, The Rose of Tralee== | |||
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains, | The pale moon was rising above the green mountains, | ||
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; | The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; | ||
When I strayed into the midst of a black demon horde, | When I strayed into the midst of a black demon horde, | ||
That massed in the beautiful Vale of Tralee. | That massed in the beautiful Vale of Tralee. | ||
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, | She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, | ||
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | ||
Oh no, 'twas the steel in her hand and the fight in her eyes, | Oh no, 'twas the steel in her hand and the fight in her eyes, | ||
That made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee. | |||
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading, | The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading, | ||
And Benny, all smiling, blades sharp as can be; | And Benny, all smiling, blades sharp as can be; | ||
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding, | The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding, | ||
When my hear was won by the Rose of Tralee. | When my hear was won by the Rose of Tralee. | ||
Though lovely and fair as the Rose of the summer, | Though lovely and fair as the Rose of the summer, | ||
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | ||
Oh no, 'twas the strength of her arm and curve of her mouth, | Oh no, 'twas the strength of her arm and curve of her mouth, | ||
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee. | that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee. | ||
In the far fields of Pomatin, 'mid wars dreadful thunders, | In the far fields of Pomatin, 'mid wars dreadful thunders, | ||
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me, | Her voice was a solace and comfort to me, | ||
But the command of a king has now rent us asunder, | But the command of a king has now rent us asunder, | ||
I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee. | I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee. | ||
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, | She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, | ||
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me; | ||
Oh no, 'twas her skill at arms and the fire in her eyes, | Oh no, 'twas her skill at arms and the fire in her eyes, | ||
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee. | that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee. |
Latest revision as of 02:15, 17 April 2012
The Overlady's Dilemma
Once my Overlord came to me
And said my dear, pray harken and see
A son I need, a priest he will be
To rescue me from lock and key.
So he hefted his spear and leapt astride
And with his paltry instrument trust inside
Scare a minute had passed or less besides
Til the Overlord finished his premature ride.
Now nine months later it was plain and clear
A little foul beast had grown in here
I asked for his name and was shocked to hear
"1st Son - of many to be born, my dear"
Now many years later and my body ails
You'd think after nine sons his ardor would fail
But my Overlord still lifts his tiny tail
To make those wicked sons to save him from jail.
How I wish I had a strong and handsome mate
Like King Fingolfin, the Fiercesome and Great
But instead I have this beastly husband I hate
With a great fat gut and a balding pate.
So gentlemen of the realm please harken to me
And listen to the Overlady, sad as can be:
You're all tired of these son, its plain to see
Well try bouncing NINE on your poor old knee.
The Savior of the North
(Sung in the style of The Rains of Castamere)
Who shall face me, said the demon lord,
Who seeks deliverance to death?
No mortal man shall rise to me
None that shall draw breath.
But with a shining sword
and heart of steel,
Sir Darius stood bold and tall
The Dawn refused to kneel.
And so he laughed, and so he laughed
the Darkness of the North
But now we sit atop his skull
As Unger's sons go forth.
And who are you, the darkness roared,
What fool dares challenge me?
"A son of Thalmarkin", the knight replied
"From whose blade you will flee!"
In battle joined the two crossed arms,
the Darkness and the Day
And with a true thrust of his bright blade
The evil he did slay.
And so he laughed, and he laughed,
The Bringer of the Morn.
For his sword had fetched a prize
A fine head for Unger to adorn!
Benedicta, The Rose of Tralee
The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
When I strayed into the midst of a black demon horde,
That massed in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the steel in her hand and the fight in her eyes,
That made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Benny, all smiling, blades sharp as can be;
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
When my hear was won by the Rose of Tralee.
Though lovely and fair as the Rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas the strength of her arm and curve of her mouth,
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.
In the far fields of Pomatin, 'mid wars dreadful thunders,
Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
But the command of a king has now rent us asunder,
I'm lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me;
Oh no, 'twas her skill at arms and the fire in her eyes,
that made me love Benny, the Rose of Tralee.