

      THE SONGBOOK OF MISTRESS SIR TRUDE LACKLANDIA PART TWO

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                              FLOWER OF THE DESERT
                               BALDWIN OF EREBOR


              C            DM      F                 C
         ONE COLD WINTER'S EVENING, I STOPPED AT AN INN

                       EM                  F
         I MET A BOLD CAPTAIN, A LEADER OF MEN

          A              C      EM             F
         HE ASKED ME TO JOIN HIM, FOR HE WAS ALONE

                        DM     F                  C
         AND AS WE SAT DRINKING, HE SPOKE OF HIS HOME


                   C                        EM                 F
         CHORUS:   OH FLOWER OF THE DESERT, FULL WELL MAY YOU BOAST

                                    DM                         C
                   PROUD FATHER OF KINGDOMS, FROM MOUNTAIN TO COAST

                                    EM                           F
                   THE LAND OF THE PHOENIX YOUR WORKS HAVE BEEN FELT

                                     DM    F         C
                   OH FLOWER OF THE DESERT, ATENVELDT


         WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN AND STILL IN MY PRIME
         MY LIFE STRETCHED BEFORE ME, I'D PLENTY OF TIME
         BUT NOW I'M AN OLD MAN, AND NUMBER MY DAYS
         AND I THINK OF MY HOMELAND, THAT SEEMS SO FAR AWAY


         CHORUS


         I'VE FOLLOWED THE WARS NOW, FOR MANY A YEAR
         ROLLED PLENTY OF WENCHES, DRUNK AN OCEAN OF BEER
         LIVED MY LIFE TO THE FULLEST AS A SOLDIER MUST DO
         BUT I'D TRADE IT ALL FREELY FOR THE ATENVELT BLUE


         CHORUS


         THE FIRE DIED TO EMBERS, HE DRANK STEADILY ON
         WHEN I WOKE IN THE MORNING, THE CAPTAIN WAS GONE
         BUT I THINK ON HIS STORY, WHEREVER I BIDE
         WHAT A BEAUTIFUL KINGDOM, TO INSPIRE SUCH PRIDE

                                *

                             FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW



         BRUTE MACAYER HOLD YOUR FACE, 
         

         
         BROODIN' OVER THE OLD DISGRACE


         THAT BLACK FITZWILLIAM STORMED YOUR PLACE, 
         
         
         AND DROVE YOU TO THE FURDIN


         GRAY SAID VICTORY WAS SURE,


         SOON THE FIREBRAND HE'D SECURE

         
         UNTIL HE MET AT GLEN MOOR,


         FIACH McHUGH O'BYRNE


         CHORUS:   CURSE AND SWEAR LORD KILDARE, 
         
         
                   FIACH WILL DO WHAT FIACH WILL DARE


                   NOW FITZWILLIAM HAVE A CARE,


                   FALLIN' IS YOUR STAR LOW


                   UP WITH HALBERD OUT WITH SWORD,


                   ON WE GO FORTH BY THE LORD


                   FIACH McHUGH HAS GIVEN THE WORD,


                   FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW
         


         SEE THE SWORDS OF CLAN O'MALL, 
         THEY'RE FLASHIN' OVER THE ENGLISH PALES
         SEE ALL THE CHILDREN OF THE GALES,
         BENEATH O'BYRNE'S BANNERS
         ROOSTER OF A FIGHTING STOCK,
         WOULD YOU LET A SAXON COCK
         CROW OUT UPON AN IRISH ROCK?
         FLY UP AND TEACH HIM MANNERS!


         CHORUS


         FROM TOSAGART TO CLONMORE
         THERE FLOWS A STREAM OF SAXON GORE
         WELL GREAT IS RORY OG O'MORE
         AT SENDIN' THE LOONS TO HADES
         WHITE IS SICK, GRAY IS FLED,
         NOW FOR BLACK FITZWILLIAM'S HEAD
         WE'LL SEND IT OVER DRIPPIN' RED,
         TO QUEEN LIZA AND HER LADIES

                                   *

                               FOUR GREEN FIELDS


          D     A7    D                 G      D
         "WHAT DID I HAVE?" SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN

                A7    D      BM     EM            A7
         "WHAT DID I HAVE?" THIS PROUD WOMAN DID SAY

                  D     A    BM     D      G       A
         "I HAD FOUR GREEN FIELDS EACH ONE WAS A JEWEL

              D    A     BM       G                      A
         BUT STRANGERS CAME AND TRIED TO TAKE THEM FROM ME

                D     A     D                  G       D
         I HAD FINE STRONG SONS WHO FOUGHT TO SAVE MY JEWELS

                G              D                    A           D
         THEY FOUGHT AND THEY DIED AND THAT IS MY GRIEF." SAID SHE


         LONG TIME AGO SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN
         LONG TIME AGO THIS PROUD OLD WOMAN DID SAY
         THERE WAS WAR AND DEATH PLUNDERING AND PILLAGE
         MY CHILDREN STARVED NEAR THE MOUNTAIN VALLEY AND SEA
         AND THEIR WAILING CRIES SHUT THE VERY HEAVENS
         AND MY FOUR GREEN FIELDS RAN RED WITH THEIR BLOOD SAID SHE


         WHAT HAVE I NOW SAID THE FINE OLD WOMAN
         WHAT HAVE I NOW THIS PROUD OLD WOMAN DID SAY
         I HAVE FOUR GREEN FIELDS ONE OF THEM'S IN BONDAGE
         IN STRANGERS HANDS WHO TRIED TO TAKE IT FROM ME
         BUT MY SONS HAVE SONS AS BRAVE AS WERE THEIR FATHERS
         AND MY FOUR GREEN FIELDS SHALL BLOOM ONCE AGAIN SAID SHE

                                *

                       Frantic SCA

         (Words by ..  Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury)
              (Tune ..  Harried Leisure Class)

        We Hurry To All These Events
        As If We're On A Quest
        And We're So Busy Having Fun
        That We've No Time To Rest
        Oh, There's Swords To Swing And Bows To String
        And New Garb To Display
        There Are So Many Things To Do
        When You're In The SCA

        No Time Have We For Sitting Back
        And Twiddling Our Toes
        For There's A War To Fight Next Week
        And We Just Have To Go
        For All The Knights Will Be There
        We Just Can't Stay Away
        We Have Our Feudal Obligations
        When We're In The SCA

        We're Going To Have Our Own Event
        In Just A Week Or Two
        The Autocrat's A Nervous Wreck
        And We Don't Know What To Do
        We Toil All Night With Frantic Haste
        And Sleep At Work The Next Day
        For We All Do Our Part
        When We're In The SCA

        So Much There Is We Have To Do
        There Is Simply Is No Way
        Were So Tired From Rushing About
        {Slowly Now} I'd Scarcely Call It Play
        We'll Be Peers Before We're Thirty
        If We Live To See That Day
        {Faster} But It'll Be A Lot Of Fun
        'Cause We're In The SCA

                                *

                               GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN


            D                   BM
         AS I WAS A-GOIN' OVER GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN

            G                         D
         I SPIED COL. FARRELL AND HIS MONEY HE WAS COUNTI'

                                             BM
         FIRST I DREW MY PISTOLS AND THEN I DREW MY RAPIER

                  G                     D
         SAYIN' STAND AND DELIVER FOR I AM A BOLD DECEIVER

                            A7
         CHORUS:   MUSHA - RINGUM DURAM DA

                    D
                   WHACK FOL THE DADDY-O

                    G
                   WHACK FOL THE DADDY-O

                            D       A7     D
                   THERE'S WHISKEY IN THE JAR


         HE COUNTED OUT HIS MONEY AND IT MADE A PRETTY PENNY
         I PUT IT IN MY POCKET TO TAKE HOME TO DARLIN' JENNY
         SHE SIGHED AND SWORE SHE LOVED ME AND NEVER WOULD DECEIVE ME
         BUT THE DEVIL TAKE THE WOMEN THEY ALWAYS LIE SO EASY


         CHORUS


         I WENT INTO MY CHAMBER ALL FOR TO TAKE A SLUMBER
         TO DREAM OF GOLD AND GIRLS AND OF COURSE IT WAS NO WONDER
         THAT JENNY TOOK MY CHARGES AND FILLED THEM UP WITH WATER
         CALLED ON COL. FARRELL TO GET READY FOR THE SLAUGHTER


         CHORUS


         NEXT MORNIN' EARLY AFORE I ROSE TO TRAVEL
         UP CAME A BAND OF FOOTMEN AND LIKEWISE COL. FARRELL
         I GOES TO DRAW MY PISTOLS FOR SHE 'D STOLE AWAY MY RAPIER
         BUT A PRISONER I WAS TAKEN I COULDN'T SHOOT THE WATER
         

         CHORUS


         THEY PUT ME INTO JAIL WITH THE JUDGE ALL A WRITIN'
         ROBBIN' COL. FARRELL ON GILLGARRA MOUNTAIN
         BUT THEY DIDN'T TAKE MY FISTS SO I KNOCKED THE JAILOR DOWN
         AND BID A FAREWELL TO THIS TIGHTFISTED TOWN


         CHORUS


         I'D LIKE TO FIND MY BROTHER, THE ONE THAT'S IN THE ARMY
         I DON'T KNOW IF HE'S STATIONED IN CORK OR IN KILLARNEY
         TOGETHER WE'LL GO ROVIN' OVER THE MOUNTAINS OF KILKENNEY
         AND I SWEAR HE'LL TREAT ME FAIRER THAN MY DARLIN' SPORTIN' JENNY


         CHORUS


         THERE'S SOME TAKES DELIGHT IN THE CARRIAGES A ROLLIN'
         SOME TAKES DELIGHT IN THE HURLEY OR THE BOWLIN'
         BUT I TAKES DELIGHT IN THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY
         COURTIN' PRETTY MAIDS IN THE MORNIN' O SO EARLY

                                   *

                                 GOLDEN VANITY


             G                         D7               EM
         OH THERE IS A LOFTY SHIP AND SHE SAILS ON THE SEA

                  AM                       D            D7
         AND THE NAME OF THAT SHIP IT WAS THE GOLDEN VANITY

                   G                              D7      EM
         AND SHE FEARED SHE WOULD BE TAKEN BY A TURKISH ENEMY

                  AM            D        G      EM
         AND SHE SAILED ON THE LOWLAND, LOWLAND LOW

          AM                D7      G
         SHE SAILED ON THE LOWLAND SEA


         THEN UP STEPS A CABIN BOY JUST THE AGE OF TWELVE AND THREE
         AND SAYS TO THE SKIPPER WHAT WILL YOU GIVE TO ME
         IF I SWIM ALONG SIDE OF THE TURKISH ENEMY
         AND I SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW
         SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA

         O I WILL GIVE YOU SILVER AND I WILL GIVE YOU GOLD
         AND THE HAND OF MY DAUGHTER IF YOU WILL BE SO BOLD
         AS TO SWIM ALONGSIDE OF THAT TURKISH ENEMY
         AND SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW
         SINK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA

         WELL THE BOY HE MADE ALL READY AND OVERBOARD JUMPED HE
         AND HE SWAM ALONGSIDE OF THAT TURKISH ENEMY
         AND WITH HIS LITTLE DRIVEN TOOL HE BORE'D HOLES THREE
         AND HE SANK HER IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW
         SANK HER IN THE LOWLAND SEA

         AND WHEN HE WAS ALL FINISHED BACK AGAIN SWAM HE
         AND HE HOLLERED TO THE SKIPPER TO HAUL HIM FROM THE SEA
         BUT THE SKIPPER WOULD NOT HEED FOR HIS DAUGHTER HE DID NEED
         AND HE LEFT HIM IN THE LOWLAND LOWLAND LOW
         LEFT HIM IN THE LOWLAND SEA.

                                        *

                     THE GREAT CHICKEN HUNT  - LODI AS X -
                    STONE OF STONECROFT  (THE LOWLANDS LOW)


             D
         WE SOUGHT OUT THE CHICKEN

                          G
         YELLOW RED AND BLACK

           D                      G  A7
         SOUGHT THEM OUT DOWN IN LODI

              D
         WE SLEW AND WE SLAUGHTERED

                             G
         CHICKENS LEFT AND RIGHT

            D              A7     D
         WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT


                       G      D        A7    D
         CHORUS:   A CHICKEN HUNT A CHICKEN HUNT

                                      A7     D
                   WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT


         WITH BEATERS AND FLUSHERS
         AND A MIGHTY HOUND
         ARROWS AND SLINGSTONES ABOUNDED
         LANCES ON HORSEBACK
         NEEDING ALL WE'VE GOT
         WE'VE BEEN ON A CHICKEN HUNT


         CHORUS


         THE CHICKENS DID CACKLE 
         AND FLY INTO A TREE
         DEFYING US ALL FROM THAT FORTRESS
         DUKE PAUL WITH HIS SLINGSTONE
         STORMED THAT MIGHTY WALL
         SAVING US OUR CHICKEN HUNT

         CHORUS


         WE CHASED DOWN THE CHICKENS
         THROUGH THE FIELDS OF GRAPE
         CHASED THEM RIGHT DOWN TO THE EARTH
         BUT THEY ARE MUCH SMALLER
         TURNING ON A DIME
         NO QUARTER ON OUR CHICKEN HUNT


         CHORUS

         THE ARCHERS WERE LINED UP 
         A GUANTLET FOR THE BIRDS
         THEY RAN IT WITHOUT ANY FEARING
         THE ARROWS WERE SHOT OUT
         HITTING CLODS OF EARTH
         FOULING UP OUR CHICKEN HUNT


         CHORUS

         A CHICKEN ATTACKED US
         TALONS BEAK AND SPURS
         GREYHELM, THE HERO, STEPPED FORTH
         SHOT DOWM THE CHICKEN
         CUTTING OFF ITS HEAD
         A VICTORY ON OUR CHICKEN HUNT


         CHORUS


         A GREAT STEW WAS COOKED UP
         SIMMERED ON THE FIRE
         POTATOES AND BEANS AND THE LOSER
         WE ALL PRAISED OUR GREAT DUKE
         WONDERED AT HIS DEED
         LORDY WHAT A CHICKEN HUNT!

                                *

                                THE GREAT SILKIE
                                    CHILD'S


         G        F                 G
         AN EARTHY NOURIS SITS AND SINGS

             EM        AM     D       BM
         AND AYE SHE SINGS BA LILLY WEAN

         C       BM        AM        EM
         LITTLE KEN I THE BAIRNY'S FATHER

              AM       EM          F      G
         FAR LESS THE LAND WHERE HE STEPS IN


         THEN IN STEPS HE TO HER BED FIT
         AND A GRUMLY GUEST I'M SURE IS HE
         SAYING HERE I AM THE BAIRNY'S FATHER
         ALTHOUGH I BE NOT COMELY

         I AM A MAN UPON THE LAND
         I AM A SILKIE IN THE SEA
         AND WHEN I'M FAR AND FAR FROM LAND
         MY HOME IS IN THE SULE SKERRY

         IT IS NOT WELL QUOTH THE MAIDEN FAIR
         IT IS NOT WELL INDEED QUOTH SHE
         THAT THE GREAT SILKIE OF SULE SKERRY
         SHOULD HAVE COME AND BROUGHT A BAIRN TO ME

         THE HE HAS TAKEN A PURSE OF GOLD
         AND HE HAS PUT IT ON HER KNEE
         SAYING GIVE TO ME MY FINE YOUNG SON
         AND TAKE THEE THY NURSING FEE

         IT SHALL COME TO PASS ON A SUMMERS DAY
         WHEN THE SUN SHINES HOT ON EVERY STONE
         THAT I SHALL TAKE MY FINE YOUNG SON
         AND TEACH HIM FOR TO SWIM THE FOAM

         AND YOU SHALL MARRY A GUNNER PROUD
         A RIGHT FINE GUNNER I'M SURE YOU'LL BE
         AND THE VERY FIRST SHOT THAT DAY HE'LL SHOOT
         HE'LL KILL BOTH MY YOUNG SON AND ME

         ALAS, ALAS THE MAIDEN CRIED
         THIS WEARY FATE'S BEEN LAID FOR ME
         AND THEN SHE SAID AND THEN SHE SAID
         I'LL BURY ME IN THE SULE SKERRY

                                        *

                                  GREENSLEEVES


                     C              G
         CHORUS:   GREENSLEEVES WAS ALL MY JOY

                    AM              E
                   GREENSLEEVES WAS MY DELIGHT

                    C               G
                   GREENSLEEVES MY HEART OF GOLD

                    AM        E      AM
                   WHO BUT MY LADY GREENSLEEVES


          AM             G
         ALAS MY LOVE YOU DO ME WRONG 

             AM                E
         TO CAST ME OFF SO DISCOURTEOUSLY

           AM              G
         FOR I HAVE LOVED YOU SO LONG

           AM       E         AM
         DELIGHTING IN YOUR COMPANY


         CHORUS


         I HAVE BEEN READY AT YOUR HAND
         TO GRANT WHATEVER YOU WOULD CRAVE
         I HAVE BOTH WAGED LIFE AND LAND
         YOUR LOVE AND GOODWILL TO HAVE


         CHORUS


         I BOUGHT THEE KERCHERS TO THY HEAD
         THAT WERE WROUGHT FINE AND GALLANTLY
         I KEPT THEEBOTH AT BOARD AND BED
         WHICH COST MY PURSE WELL FAVOREDLY


         CHORUS


         I BOUGHT THEE PETTICOATS OF THE BEST
         THE CLOTH SO FINE AS MIGHT BE
         I GAVE THEE JEWELS FOR THY CHEST
         ALL THIS COST I HAVE SPENT ON THEE
         

         CHORUS


         THY SMOCK OF SILK BOTH FAIR AND WHITE
         WITH GOLD EMBROIDERED GORGEOUSLY
         THY PETTICOAT OF SENDAL RIGHT
         ALL THUS I BOUGHT THEE GLADLY


         CHORUS


         THY GIRDLE OF THE GOLD SO RED
         WITH PEARLS BEDECKED SUMPTOUSLY
         THE LIKE NO OTHER LASSES HAD 
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         THY PURSE AND EKE, THY GAY GILT KNIVES
         THY PINCASE GALLANT TO THE EYE
         NO BETTER WORE THE BURGESS WIVES
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         THY CRIMSON STOCKINGS ALL OF SILK
         WITH GOLD ALL WROUGHT ABOVE THE KNEE
         THY PUMPS AS WHITE AS WAS THE MILK
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         THY GOWM WAS OF THE GRASSIE GREEN
         THY SLEEVS OF SATIN HANGING BY
         THAT MADE THEE BE OUR HARVEST QUEEN
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         THY GARTERS FRINGED WITH THE GOLD
         AND SILVER AGLETS HANGING BY
         WHICH MADE THEE BLITHE FOR TO BEHOLD
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME
         

         CHORUS


          C                   G
         MY MEN WERE CLOTHE'D ALL IN GREEN

          AM               E
         AND THEY DID EVER WAIT ON THEE

          C               G
         NO LADY EVER WAS SO BRAVE

          AM              E       AM
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         THEY SET THEE UP THEY TOOK THEE DOWN
         THEY SERVED THEE WITH HUMILITY
         THY FOOT MIGHT NOT ONCE TOUCH THE GROUND
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME


         CHORUS


         FOR EVERY MORNING WHEN THOU ROSE
         I SENT THEE DAINTIES ORDERLY
         TO CHEER THY STOMACH FROM ALL WOES
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME
         
         
         CHORUS
         
         
         THOU COULDST DESIRE NO EARTHLY THING
         BUT STILL THOU HADST IT READILY
         THY MUSIC FOR TO PLAY AND SING
         AND YET THOU WOULDST NOT LOVE ME
         
         
         CHORUS
         
         
         AND WHO DID PAY FOR ALL THIS GEAR 
         THAT THOU DIDST SPEND WHEN PLEASED THEE
         EVEN I THAT AM REJECTED HERE
         AND THOU DISDAINEST TO LOVE ME
         
         
         CHORUS
         
         
         YOUR VOWS YOU'VFE BROKEN LIKE MY HEART
         O WHY DID YOU SO ENRAPTURE ME
         NOW I REMAIN IN A WORLD APART
         BUT MY LOVE REMAINS IN CAPTIVITY
           
         
         CHORUS
         
         
         WILL I WILL PRAY TO GOD ON HIGH
         THAT THOU MY CONSTANCY MAYST SEE
         AND YET THAT ONCE BEFORE I DIE
         THOU WILT VOUCHSAFE TO LOVE ME
          

         CHORUS


         GREENSLEEVES NOW FAREWELL ADIEU
         GOD I PRAY TO PROSPER THEE
         FOR I AM STILL THY LOVER TRUE
         COME ONCE AGAIN AND LOVE ME

                                *

                                GREENSLEEVES II
                          MASTER TELBOVRNE MONINGSTAR


          AM                  G
         ALAS, MY LADY YOU'VE DONE ME DIRT

                AM                        E
         YOU'VE SEWN GREEN SLEEVES TO MY PURPLE SHIRT

           AM                    G
         AND THEN YOU'VE DONE ME WORSE THAN THAT

            AM             E         AM
         YOU'VE MADE ME GO OUT AND WEAR IT

                   C           G
         CHORUS:   OH, WHAT A DISMAL FATE

                   AM                   AM
                   TO BE SEEN AT EVENTS IN THIS TERRIBLE STATE

                   C             G
                   OH HOW I WISH I COULD COME LATE

                   AM           E          AM
                   SAY SEVEN  *****  AFTER IT'S OVER


                        ***** =   1st  DAY
                                  2nd  WEEK
                                  3rd  MONTH
                                  4th  YEAR
                                  5th  CENTURY


         ALAS MY LADY I'M BORN TO LOSE
         YOU'VE SEWN PINK BOWS TO MY PURPLE SHOES
         YOU,VE DONE MY HAIR UP IN WAVES AND CURLS
         MY MOTHER THINKS I'M A GIRL


         CHORUS


         ALAS MY LADY WHY DID YOU THINK?
         MY CLOAK WOULD LOOK NICE IN THAT SHADE OF PINK
         YOU'VE DECKED ME OVER IN BOBBINS AND LACE
         MY COSTUMES BECOME A DISGRACE
         

         CHORUS


         ALAS MY LADY I'VE BEEN BEREAVED
         SOMEONE'S JUST INSULTED MY BEAUTIFUL SLEEVE
         HE'S QUESTIONED MY TASTE IN EVERY WAY
         MY GOD, HE SAID I MUST BE GAY


         CHORUS


         ALAS MY LOVE YOU'VE DONE ME WRONG
         YOU'VE MADE MY TUNIC MUCH TOO LONG
         YOU'VE MADE IT 7' 10" OR MORE
         IT DRAGS ACROSS THE FLOOR


         CHORUS

                                *

                                THE GYPSY ROVER


              C    G7         C        G7
         THE GYPSY ROVER CAME OVER THE HILL

          C                G7     C   G7
         DOWN THROUGH THE VALLEY SO SHADY

             C               G7             C          F
         HE WHISTLED AND HE SANG TILL THE GREEN WOODS RANG

             C           F          CFC
         AND HE WON THE HEART OF A LADY                 

                   C      G7        C       G7
         CHORUS:   AH DEE DO AH DEE DO DAH DAY

                   C      G7        C     G7
                   AH DEE SO AH DEE DAY DEE


                       C               G7             C          F
                   HE WHISTLED AND HE SANG TILL THE GREEN WOODS RANG

                       C           F          CFC
                   AND HE WON THE HEART OF A LADY                 


         SHE LEFT HER FATHER'S CASTLE GATE
         SHE LEFT HER FAIR YOUNG LOVER
         SHE LEFT HERSERVANTS AND ESTATE
         TO FOLLOW HER GYSPY ROVER


         CHORUS


         SHE CAME AT LAST TO A MANSION FINE
         DOWN BY THE RIVE CLADY
         THERE WAS MUSIC, THERE WAS WINE
         ALL FOR THE GYPSY AND HIS LADY


         CHORUS
         

         HER FATHER SADDLED HIS FASTEST STEED
         AND RANGED THE VALLEYS OVER
         HE SOUGHT HIS DAUGHTER AT GREAT SPEED
         AND THE WHISTLING GYPSY ROVER


         CHOURS


         HE IS NO GYPSY FATHER DEAR
         BUT LORD OF THESE LANDS ALL OVER
         I'M GOING TO STAY TILL MY DYING DAY
         WITH MY WHISTLING GYPSY ROVER

                                *

                                   HAEC TERRA


          G            C                      G
         HAEC TERR(A) EST TUA, HAEC TERR(A) EST MEA

                  D7                 G
         EX CALIFORNIA AD PENNSYLVANIAM

                    C                G
         EX RUFIS SILVIS AD AQUAS SINUS

                D7                    G

         HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST


         PEDUM MEORUM GRADUS SEQEBAR
         AD DEAERTUM PULER(ES) GURDENTES
         ATQUE CANTABAT VOX CIRCA ME
         HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST


         CUM AMBULAREM IN ARCTA VIA
         VIDI SUPRA ME SEMTERNUM COELUM
         VIDI INFRA ME AUREAS VALLES
         HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST


         CUM SOL LUCERET ET AMBUAM
         TRITICUM JACT(A) RET ET PULVIS FLARET
         CUM NEBUL(A) SURGERET ET VOX DICTARET
         HAEC TERRA PRO NOBIS FACT(A) EST

                                *

                           The Hero of Fallshire Fair

                      David of Bagula, Rodger of Golliard



         Deep in a forest of green and mist
          
         
         A Knight clad in armor and shield


         His lance tilted high and his sword close by


         Come forth to the tournament field



              Come dance with me to the hill-country


              To a place in the shade of the trees


              I'll meet you there at the Fallshire Fair


              Where time is whenever you please


         The dancers were circling their hands were all joined
         As the knight watched them gaily go round
         One maiden fair was there who was passing fair
         And she caused his heart to pound
         

              Come dance with me in the hill-country
              All under the flowering trees
              Come dance with me there at the Fallshire Fair
              Where time is whenever you please


         He went to the maid when the dance had played
         And he made her an offer so fine
         Come you hand-in-hand to the merchant's stand
         A scarf of fine silk shall be thine


              Fine scarves to wear, for your lady fair!
              You'll never find better than these
              Fine scarves to wear at the Fallshire Fair
              Where time is whenever you please


         Then onto the tourneyfield strode this knight
         And issued a challenge so bold
         If any man 'round claims the victor's crown
         Stand forth your claim to uphold


              So sword met shield in the hill-country
              All under the trembling trees
              But none over there at the Fallshire Fair
              Could bring this bold knight to his knees


         Then unto his lady this knight did go
         Bestow me your favor said he
         I'll love no man only for fighting sir
         But write me a song and I'll see


              Come sing me a song of the hill-country
              Of a place in the shade of the trees
              And I'll join you there at the Fallshire Fair
              Where time is whenever you please

                                *

                                 The Highwayman

                           Alfred Noyes - Phil Ochs


              Em                    G        C
         The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,

              Em                G         C                  D
         The moon was a ghostly galleaon tossed upon cloudy seas

              Em                   G        Cd
         The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

                  Em              G       B7      Em
         And the highwayman came riding, riding, riding-

             C                G      C                  D
         The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.


         Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard
         And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was 
         locked and barred;
         He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting 
         there
         But the landlord's black eyed daughter, Bess, the landlord's 
         daughter
         Plating a red love-knot into her long black hair.


         "One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I'm after a prize tonight,
         But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning 
         light;
         Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
         Then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight,
         I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the 
         way."


         He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon;
         And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
         When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor,
         A red-coat troop came marching, marching, marching-
         King George's men came marching, up to the old inn door.


         They tied her up to attention, with many a sickening jest,
         And they bound a musket beside her, with the barrel to her 
         breast.
         "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her.  She heard the 
         dead man say,
         "Look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight,
         I will come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the 
         way."


         "Look for me by moonlight."  The hoof-beats ringing clear.
         "Watch for me by moonlight."  Were they deaf they did not 
         hear?
         Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep 
         breath,
         Then her finger moved in the moonlight, her musket shattered 
         the moonlight
         Shattered her breast in the moonlight, and warned him - with 
         her death.


         He turned, he spurred him westward; he did not know who stood
         Bowed with her head o'er the musket, drenched with her own 
         red blood.
         Not 'til the dawn he heard it; his face grew gray to hear
         How Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed 
         daughter,
         Had watched for her love by moonlight, and died in the 
         darkness there.


         Back he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
         With the white road smoking behind him, and his rapier 
         brandished high!
         Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his 
         velvet coat,
         When they shot him down on the highway, with a bunch of lace 
         at his throat.
         
         
         And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in 
         the trees
         When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
         When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
         A highwayman comes riding, riding, riding-
         A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn door.
           
                                    *


                              HYMN TO ST BUNSTABLE
                        DIEDRIE MULDOWNEY (GREENSLEEVES)

           AM              G
         BUNSTABLE WAS A FRIAR WHO LIVED 

             AM                      E
         AND PRAYED IN THE ABBEY OF LECHBURY

             AM               G
         HIS TASK IT WAS TO GUARD THE CASKS

             AM             E          AM
         AND HE WORKED AT THIS DILIGENTLY

                           C                 G
                CHOURS: ST BUNSTABLE WAS A HOLY MAN

                            AM                  E
                        HIS SPIRIT LIT WITH A BURNING FLAME

                            C                G
                        LET US GLOW LIKE ST BUNSTABLE

                            AM             E                AM
                        AND DRINK YET ONE MORE TOAST TO HIS NAME



         NOHOLY DAY OR FEASTWOULD EVER
         CAUSE THIS FRIAR HIS JOB TO SHIRK
         SUMMER WINTER FALL AND SPRING
         DAY AND NIGHT DID SPEND AT HIS WORK


         CHOURS


         THE LAND OF THE ABBEY KNEW NAUGHT BUT PEACE
         AND WITH JOYOUS HEARTS ALL DID GREET EACH MORN
         TILL UP THE RIVER IN A DRAGON SHIP
         CAME THE VIKING THE TERRIBLE BJORN


         CHOURS


         THE MONKS IN TERROR DID GATHER UP THEIR GOODS
         AND FLEE TO ESCAPE THEIR FATE
         BUT BUNSTABLE PRONE ON THE CELLAR FLOOR
         DID NOT ROUSE UNTIL IT WAS TO LATE


         CHOURS


         COME OUT FAT PRIEST CRIED THE VIKING CHIEF
         THIS CHRISTIAN BUILDING I'LL SET AFIRE
         BUT BUNSTABLE SAT BY THE COGNAC VAT
         AND DREAMT OF THE HEAVENLY CHOIR
         

         CHOURS


         WAIT SAID THE VIKINGS, THERE'S TREASURE GREAT
         THE MONKS KEEP IT HID IN THE CELLAR THERE
         BJORN TOOK A TORCH AND WENT DOWN TO LOOK
         HE RETURNED WITHOUT ANY HAIR


         CHOURS


         AND THE ANGELS SANG TO ST BUNSTABLE
         AS HEAVENWARD HE ROSE ON THE WINGS OF THE BLAST
         WELCOME MARTYR TO HIM THEY CRIED
         FEW HAVE RISEN TO HEAVEN SO FAST

                                *

                      The King Is Dead

                   (Words .. Robert Grey)
                (Tune .. Jimmey Cracked Corn)

The King Is Dead, This Much We Fear,                        
He's Layed Out On His Royal Bier,
He's Stretched Out Stiff As Any Board,                    
And We Can't Find The Royal Horde.

     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,            
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care, 
     But He Hid His Treasure Away.

Orlando Storms And Stomps Around,  
But Larrys Treasure Can't Be Found,
Micheala Who Is Ex-Princess,   
Is Forced To Reign Quite Penniless.

     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,            
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     But He Hid Her Treasure Away.

The Gold We'd Like To Have Around, 
But Larry Also Hid The Crown,
And Everyone Cried Look At That
They've Crowned Orlando With A Hat  

     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,            
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     But He Hid Our Crown Away.

Orlando's Sure It Is No Joke, 
To Reign When He Is Stone Cold Broke,
He Cannot Reign In Royal Fame,
Without A Penny To His Name.

     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,            
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,                        
     Orlando's Broke Today.

The Exchequer She Wasn't Lax, 
She Had The King Declare A Tax, 
They Sent The Knights Out To Collect,                       
And None Of Them Have Come Back Yet.

     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,            
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,                    
     Laurence Is Dead And We Don't Care,                        
     We'll Pay No Tax Today.

                                *

                    The Kings Lost Crown

           (Words .. Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury)
                     (Tune .. MacIntyre)

 Some Friends And I At The War Last Year
 Were Drinking Quite A Bit Of Ale
 When Into The Tent A Squire Ran
 His Face all Drawn And Pale
 "What's Wrong" Says John "Was The War Called Off ?"
 "Has The Pensic Inn Burned Down ?"
 "Your Bleeding Inn Be Buggered" Says He
 "The King Has Lost His Crown "
 "What Ho " Says John "Here's A Bit Of Sport,
 And I Don't Think You'll Mind
 Let's Search The Camp If The Crown's Not There
 Then Who Knows What We'll Find
 So We All Took Off On Our Grand Old Hunt
 To Find The King's Gold Crown
 And We Took The Camp By The Ears That Night
 And Turned It Upside Down

 Well There We Were Clad In Fur
 The Tuchux Could Not Spare
 "More, More", The Ladies Cried
 While They Stood Around All Bare
 And That's Just Part Of The Loot We Got
 The King Shouted "Where's My Crown "
 That's The Only Thing We Couldn't Find
 When The Camp Turned Upside Down

 Well James Went Looking Thru The Horde's Big Camp
 And Their Standard Took His Eye
 When They Found It Gone, For The Very First Time
 We Saw A Mongol Cry
 For The Heck Of It We Searched The Inn
 And Every Drink To The Dregs
 But We Couldn't Find The Bloody Crown
 Though We Emptied All The Kegs

 Well, There Was John, Pink Gown On
 And James In The Khan's Fur Hat
 "Hold, Hold", The Marshals Cried
 "You Can't Fight A War Like That"
 Oh Who Gives A Damn, It's All A Game
 The King Shouted "Where's My Crown "
 That's The Only Thing We Couldn't Find
 When The Camp Turned Upside Down

 And Then There Came A Frightful Scream
 Squire John Beat A Fast Retreat
 He Came Running From The Ladies Shower
 His Face Red Like A Beet
 Well The Queens Got Miffed And Called The Knights
 And They Chased Us Round And Round
 We Were Having Quite A Merry Old Brawl
 When The Crown Was Finally Found

 Well There Was The Crown, Upside Down
 Along With The King's Royal Breeks
 "Oh No ", The King Exclaimed
 "I Left Them Down By The Creek"
 So We Fetched Them Back To Our Royal Liege
 But Little Thanks We Got I Fear
 "Ah Boys", He Said, As He Put Them On
 "Do You Think You Could Find Some Beer ?"

                                        *

                             Knights in White Satin

                    (Words by ..  Robert Grey and the Shire)
                        (Tune .. Knights in White Satin)

                Knights in White Satin,   Riding Thru the Wood
                All of Them Paladins,     All Lawful Good
                Each With a Holy Sword,   And Magic Shield
                With These to Fight With, Against Evil to Wield

                             Cause God Loves Them
                             Yes God Loves Them
                             Oh How God Loves Them

                Gazing at Balrogs,        And Demon Kind
                Hacking and Slashing,     Just to Unwind
                Cleansing the City,       Of It's Dark Foe
                Then Into the Sunset,     On a New Quest They Go

                             Say God Loves You
                             Our God Loves You
                             Our Gods Love You

                Knights in White Satin,   Drive Thru the Plains
                Ignoring the Snowstorms,  Scorning the Rain
                Fighting for Justice,     Fighting for Right
                Fearing no Darkness,      Serving the Light
 
                             God is With them
                             God is With them
                             Their God is With Them

                A Knight in White Satin,  Lies Dead on the Field
                Broken His Blessed Sword, Shattered His Shield
                Beside Him a Horrid Foe,  A Foe of the Light
                Slain at the Cost of,     the Blood of One Knight

                             God Be With Him
                             God Be With Him
                             God Be With Him
 
                And Them With Their God ... Oh .. Ah .. Amen

                                        *

              Text Of A Letter To Drachenwald 

          (Words by .. Lady Brynna of Aelfstanbury)
           (Tune .. My Bonny Lies Over The Ocean)


                      My Lord We Have Great News To Tell You
           Too Wonderful Simply To Write
           While You've Been Away At The Crusades
           Your Lady's Been Learning to Fight

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

           It's True She's a Delicate Creature
           A Vision Of Sweetness And Light
           We Know That It's Hard To Believe, But
           Your Lady's Been Learning To Fight

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

           With A Sword Of Rattan Wrapped In Duct Tape
           In Armor And Helmet So Bright
           You'd Better Start Practicing Quickly
           Your Lady Is Learning To Fight

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

           So Polish Up Weapons And Armor
           And Hone Up Your Skills To Their Height
           And Say A Few Prayers While Your At It
           Your Lady Has Learned How To Fight

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

           So This Puts An End To Carousing
           No More You'll Go Wenching All Night
           We're Sorry For The Inconvienence
           But We've Taught Your Lady To Fight

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

           We Know That You May Not Believe It
           She Once Was So Timid And Meek
           But You'd Better Get Used To It Quickly
           Cause She Won Crown Tourney Last Week

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord


           So We Thought We'd Send You A Letter
           And Spare You A Terrible Scene
           Of Returning At Last To Your Homeland
           To Find Out That You Are The Queen

           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, She's Learning to Handle a Sword, A Sword
           Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh What A Surprise For Her Lord

                                *

          

                          THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE
                          SIR CIPRIANO DE ALVAREZ

          I'VE ARMORED UP A THOUSAND TIMES FOR
          COUNTRY AND FOR KING
          AND MANY'S THE TALE THAT I COULD TELL
          OR SONG THAT I COULD SING

          I'VE FOUGHT IN BELTANE'S DRIVING RAIN
          AND STRUGGLED FOR EACH BREATH
          AT SALT WARS AND OLENO WHERE
          WE DAMN NEAR FROZE TO DEATH
          
          I'VE HAD MY SHARE OF BRUISES AND
          I'VE WATCHED THE ARROWS FLY
          BUT THE STRANGEST THING THAT I'VE EVER SEEN
          WAS THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          HE STOOD A TOWERING SEVEN FEET
          A GAINT AMONG MEN
          HIS ARMOUR WAS OF TWELVE GUAGE STEEL
          HIS HIDE IT WAS OF TEN

          FROM A LAND MOST FAR AWAY HE CAME
          THEIR CHAMPION AND KING
          AND MANY CRAFTY WAYS HE HAD 
          TO MAKE YOUR HELMET RING

          THE BATTLE LINES THEY SOON WERE JOINED
          AND MUCH TO MY SURPRISE
          I WAS LOCKED IN SINGLE COMBAT WITH 
          THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE

          WE CIRCLED ROUND A TIME OR TWO
          THEN I OPENED UP THE SHOW
          WITH AN UNDERHANDED WRIST SHOT WHICH
          IS STILL MY FAVORITE BLOW

          HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO BLOCK
          JUST BROUGHT THAT GREATSWORD DOWN
          AND SPLIT MY HELM COMPLETELY FROM
          THE CHIN UP TO THE CROWN

          AND THOUGH MY SWORD WAS STILL ENTRAPPED
          IN THE DENT MADE IN HIS SIDE
          "WHAT A MIGHTY KNIGHT" HIS PEOPLE CHEERED
          "IS THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE"

          FULL FOUR AND TWENTY FIGHTERS FELL
          BEFORE HIS AWESOME MIGHT
          AND THOUGH MANY BLOWS DID LAND IT SEEMS
          THAT EVERY ONE WAS LIGHT

          THE BATTLE SOON WAS OVER AND 
          BY GOD'S OWN BLOOD HE WENT
          OFF TO THE SIDES TO DOFF HIS GEAR
          AND HAMMER OUT THE DENT'S

          THE SECOND BATTLE SOON BEGAN
          AND I TOOK ANOTHER TRY
          BEARING A SWORD NAMED "RHINO'S BANE"
          FOR THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          FOR "RHINO'S BANE" WAS A SPECIAL BLADE
          IMMORTAL FOR THE OOW
          AND IF HE HAD NOT FELT THOSE BLOWS
          HE'D DAMN WELL FEEL ONE NOW!

          THREE FEET OF RATTEN I CENTER DRILLED
          THEN HOLLOWED OUT THE HEAD

          AND FILLED THAT HOLE WITH SIX OR MAYBE
          SEVEN POUNDS OF LEAD

          A SINGLE SHOT WAS ALL I'D GET
          I RAISED THAT SWORD ON HIGH
          AND BURIED IT WITHIN THE HELM
          OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          HE DIDN'T EVEN BAT AN EYE
          JUST CALMLY STRUCK ME DOWN
          AND THEN WENT ON TO CLEAR THE FIELD
          OF SQUIRES, KNIGHTS, AND CROWN

          I POUNDERED WHY THIS MAN WAS NOT
          A'STRETCHED OUT ON THE DIRT
          I GUESS A HEAD SHOT DOES NO GOOD
          WITH NOTHING THERE TO HURT

          THE THIRD ENGAGEMENT WAS DELAYED
          TO GIVE THE CHIURGEON'S TIME
          TO PRY THE SWORD FROM OUT THE HEAD
          OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          A BATTLE DEEP WITHIN THE WOODS
          WAS THE LAST FIGHT OF THE DAY
          AND THE MEN REMAINING ON MY SIDE
          WENT ON THEIR KNEES TO PRAY

          "OH LORD IF YOU CARE FOR US
          ALLOW YOUR MOON TO FALL
          UPON THIS MAN FOR THAT WOULD BE 
          THE ONLY BLOW HE'D CALL"

          BUT AS WE MARCHED ATOP A HILL
          A PLAN OCCURRED WHICH I 
          THOUGHT MAYBE COULD LEAD TO THE DEATH
          OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          UPON THE HILL THERE LAY A STONE
          A FULL SIX FEET IN GIRTH
          "OH GATHER ROUND MY FIGHTERS BOLD
          WE'LL BRING THIS MAN TO EARTH!"

          TEN STALWART LADS I NEED WITH ME TO
          STRIKE THE FINIAL BLOW
          WHILE THE REST SHALL KEEP BEHEMOTH HERE
          OCCUPIED BELOW

          AND WHEN HE TRIES TO FIGHT YOU
          FROM UP ABOVE WILL FLY
          THIS BOULDER FULL UPON THE FRAME
          OF THE MAN WHO WOULD NOT DIE

          IT HAPPENED JUST AS I FORSAW
          FROM OUT THE WOODS HE RAN
          AND STOPPED THERE RIGHT BELOW US AS
          ACCORDING TO THE PLAN

          THE MEN BELOW FOUGHT BRAVELY WHILE
          THE MEN ABOVE DID STRAIN
          TO SEND THAT BOULDER FROM THE HILL
          ONTO HIS ALLEGED BRAIN

          AT LAST THE STONE IT STIRRED TO LIFE
          AND WITH A FINAL PRY
          WE SENT THAT BOULDER ON IT'S WAY
          TO THE MAN WHO WOULDN'T DIE

          KNOCKING TREES TO LEFT AND RIGHT
          THAT FEARSOME MISSLE SPED
          AND WITH A FINAL BOUNCE IT CAME 
          TO REST UPON HIS HEAD

          HIS ARMS AND LEGS WERE ALL THAT WE
          COULD SEE BENEATH THE STONE
          BUT WHEN WE CAME FROM ATOP THE HILL
          WE HEARD OUR VICTIM GROAN

          ASTOUNDED ROUND HIM 'BOUT WE STOOD
          AS THE DAY BLED INTO NIGHT
          AND HEARD HIM SAY ONE FINAL TIME
          "MY LORDS THAT BLOW WAS LIGHT!"

                                *

                 Knight Marshal's Lament

           (Words by .. Robert Grey And The Shire)
             (Tune .. Johnny I Hardly Knew You)


        Welcome Friends To Border Vale (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Welcome Friends To Border Vale (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Welcome Friends To Border Vale
        Our Fighters Spirit We All Hail
        And In A Battle They Can't Fail
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon

        We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Train Them Up With Sword And Shield
        That These In Battle They Might Wield
        But They All Go Far Afield
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon

        We Train By Day We Train By Night (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Train By Day We Train By Night (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Train By Day We Train By Night
        Until They're Masters In How To Fight
        Then The Army Puts Them On A Flight
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon

        We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        We Teach Them How To Stand Their Ground
        A Better Crew Cannot Be Found
        But When We Need Them They're Not Around
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon

        The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        The Swords They Clash, The Maces Slam
        I Feel Safe Right Where I Am
        Except One's Now In Amsterdam
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon

        Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Fighting Men Are Brave And Bold
        They Fight Like The Very Heroes Of Old
        But Their Location Cannot Be Told
        They All Come From Ft. Gordon
              
        Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Enemies Roster Is Newly Called
        But We On The Border Stand Appalled
        Our Fighters Are Mostly In Drachenwald
        They All Came From Ft. Gordon

        Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue (Hurroo, Hurroo)
        Our Fighter's Lack We Sorely Rue
        But We Won't Make A Big To-Do
        They'll All Be Back In A Year Or Two
        They'll Come Back To Ft. Gordon

                                 *

                        END OF PART TWO


