Folk songs for Azeroth 2

Right, since the last thread got locked because of the stupid 30 day none-post rule, I’ve made a second one.

This one was inspired by my recent cinema trip to see the movie Fisherman’s Friends. Perfect for sailors and pirates (Kul Tiras or Gilnean in particular). Enjoy!


—South Tol Barad—

In Stormwind City I was born, heave away, haul away
In Stormwind City, 'round Stranglethorn, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(chorus)
Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away
Haul away, you’ll hear me sing, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away
'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(repeat chorus)

I shook her up, I shook her down, heave away, haul away
I shook her round about the town, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(repeat chorus)

There’s just one thing that’s on my mind, heave away, haul away
That’s leaving Nancy Blair behind, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(repeat chorus)

As we went down 'round Stranglethorn, heave away, haul away
You’ll wish that you had never been born, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(repeat chorus)

In Stormwind City I was born, heave away, haul away
In Stormwind City, 'round Stranglethorn, we’re bound for South Tol Barad

(repeat chorus)


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Originally posted on the original forum by Fyne, goblin rogue of The Iron Vulture, Argent Dawn


From Southshore docks we bid ado
To Suke, and Sal, and Kittie too
The anchor’s weighed and the sails unfurl
We’re bound to cross the watery row
For we know we’re outward bound
Hurrah, we’re outward bound

The wind it blows from the east nor’east
Our ship will scud ten knots at least
The purser would our wants supply
So while with life we’ll never say die
For we know we’re outward bound
Hurrah, we’re outward bound

And should we touch at Zandalar
Or any other quarters far
Our purser he will tip the chink
And just like fishes we will drink
For we know we’re outward bound
Hurrah, we’re outward bound

Then at last our captain comes on board
Our sails are bent, we’re manned and stored
The signal’s hoisted at the fore
Good-bye to the girls we’ll see no more
For we know we’re homeward bound
Hurrah, we’re homeward bound

One day the man on the look-out
Proclaims a sail with a joyful shout
“Can you make her out?” “I think I can;
She’s a pilot standing out from the land”
For we know we’re homeward bound
Hurrah, we’re homeward bound

And when we’re hauled into Southshore docks
Them bloomers all come 'round in flocks
Them pretty girls, we hear 'em say
“Here comes Jack with his twelve-month pay”
For we know we’re homeward bound
Hurrah, we’re homeward bound

Next we go to the Dog and Bell
Where there’s good vittle there to sell
When in comes Archie with a smile
“Drink up me boys, it’s worth your while”
For we know we’re homeward bound
Hurrah, we’re homeward bound

When poor Jack’s money is gone and spent
Nor more to be had, no more to be lent
Then in comes Archie with a frown
Saying “Rise up Jack, let John sit down”
For we know we’re outward bound
Hurrah, we’re outward bound

And so poor Jack must understand
There’s ships in the harbour needing hands
So stows his gear like he did before
And says farewell to the Hillsbrad shore
For he knows he’s outward bound
Hurrah, he’s outward bound

Originally posted on the original forum by Fyne, goblin rogue of The Iron Vulture, Argent Dawn


The following forecastle chantey has become a common refrain in the Broken Keel in Ratchet, during this decade since the Third War. Some suggest that the lyrics lose something when translated into common, however it seems improbable that words could lose ANY emotional power by being translated out of the goblin tongue. There is reason that a number of troll tribes of the South Seas have given the goblin language the name of “gibberish,” which in Zandali means both “goblin” and “so drunk that it has started to make as little sense as a goblin which has been boiled in Sapta.”

A handsome young goblin lay dying
And as on the wet airfield he lay
To mechanics who round him came eye-ing These last parting words he did say:Take th’ cylinders out of me kidneys,
The connectin’ rods out of me brain;
The crankshaft pry out of me backbone
And assemble her engine again.

Three valve springs you’ll find in me stomach
Two spark plugs are safe in me lungs
The propeller’s in splinters inside me
In m’ fingers the joystick is clung
Take the prop boss back out of me liver,
The aileron out of me thigh
From the seat of me pants take th’ piston
And see if the old crate will fly.

Her phlogiston gauge is in pieces
Her gas-bag is belled like a sail
Me boots is still stuck in her traces
Now don’t let her spark-lighter fail;
I’ll give my left shin for her main strut
Now get her back up on her tail.
She’s the best little zeppelin for flyin’.
Now get her back up on her tail.

Originally posted on the original forum by Fyne, goblin rogue of The Iron Vulture, Argent Dawn


Admiral Proudmoore he gained the day
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
Admiral Proudmoore gained the day
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hay, you stormy
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
To me way hay, stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

Admiral Proudmoore died years ago
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
He’s gone, me boys, where the winds never blow
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hay, you stormy
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
To me way hay, stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

We lowered him down with a silver chain
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
We made sure he would not rise again
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hay, you stormy
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
To me way hay, stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

We dug his grave with a silver spade
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
His shroud of finest silk was made
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hay, you stormy
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
To me way hay, stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

Admiral Proudmoore he gained the day
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
Admiral Proudmoore gained the day
Carry him to his burying ground
To me way hay, you stormy
Walk him along, Hans, carry him along
To me way hay, you stormy
Carry him to his burying ground

Originally from Gillawyn of Argent Dawn:


Bragging rights were mentioned in the info letter – so I thought I’d share! Inspired by campaign events and Nikeia’s trademark hex, written the other day on a bus while ferrying scuba gear.

I imagine the last verse gets sung a bit differently, which side you’re betting to win – but either way, I hear it sung to a Pogues/Dropkick Murphies sot of folk punk tune.

Enjoy!

The Ballad of Filthy Rats (or, Troopers Lament)

I rode up to the Borderlands all armoured up for war
and joined up with some strappin’ lads, went off to beat the Horde!
So bravely we stormed Thoradin’s just itching to invade

  • thats how our captain got blown up by goblin frag grenades
    The Blackguard mercs had mined the way,
    they stuck us at that wall for days,
    but as they ran away we said, it could be worse than that,
    and as they ran away we said, mercs are no more than rats!

We cleared the mines and charged right on, en route to Pyrewood
We’d meet up with our Allied chums and kick the Horde for good
but once again along the way we tripped a merc grenade
and this time, ruddy bastards, they had dosed it with some plague!
We puked our guts out night and day
the mercs they laughed and ran away
but as they ran away we swore, there’s still worse things than that,
and as they ran away we swore, mercs are no more than rats!

We missed our chance in Silverpine so Alterac it was
we swore we’d get them this time and we cursed the gutless dogs
But once again along the way we found ourselves betrayed
this time they blew the road right off the hillside and away!
The landslide rolled us down the hill,
they waved at us, we shot to kill
but as they ran away we swore, there must be worse than that,
and as they ran away we swore, those mercs are filthy rats!

Well in the end the war was won, the Horde ran in retreat!
We claimed our lands and planted flags and thought it really neat,
but one more time the Blackguard struck, with worse than plague or bombs -
their farewell was a voodoo hex that floppied up our rods!
And though it’s years from that damn war
the damn mercs’ curse won’t let us score,
so though they ran away I swear - there’s no worse fate than that
and though they ran away I say - beware those filthy rats!

— Lovely on the Water —

As I rode out one-a morning
In the springtime of the year,
I overheard a sailor
Likewise his lady fair.

They sang a song together,
Made the valleys for to ring;
And the birds on the high in the meadows ghey (had to change the spelling for filter)
They proclaimed a lovely spring.

Said the sailor to his true love,
“We soon must sail away.
But it’s lovely on the water
To hear the music play.”

Said Billy unto Nancy,
“I soon must sail away.
But if I had my way, my love,
It’s along with you I’d stay.

But our King he do want sailors,
And we must leave the shore.
And we must face the wars, my love,
Where the cannons loud do roar.”

And the harbour it stands crowded
With the women weeping sore,
For husbands, sons and sweethearts
Gone to face the cannons roar.

“So come change your ring with me, love,
For we may meet once more;
For the Light above will guard my love
Where the cannons loud do roar."


Steeleye Span’s version has slightly different lyrical arrangements, but the tune is the same as the version I know :smile:

Personal copy from the previous thread:

Dreek the Chopper (about a overconfident wood-chopping peon that was one of the first to fall to the Nelves in Ashenvale)

Down in Ashenvale, near the elves’ village.
There’s the peon called, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping was his fame, making him wealthy
Caring not for trees, he blindly chops on

Never to be worried he never washes
He never cared about you, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping was his name, and making money
Isn’t scared for life or even the elves now

He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper

Now, a confident peon, he had decided
To honor his fame, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping woods of the ‘Vale, he couldn’t stop it
He wants to cut down, all the forest

The trees they hated, the druids made a promise
Give him a lesson, Dreek the Chopper
Chopping woods was his game, he couldn’t stop it
But as the tale goes, he’s beaten at his game

He’s a dirty orc, Dreek the Chopper
He’s a bloody orc, Dreek the Chopper
They are going to kill you, Dreek the Chopper
Strangle you with branches, Dreek the Chopper

One the required minimal changes, although I took out the names, so then I felt it was a song that could apply to any race. Hope you enjoy, as this is one of my favourite songs. A heart-wrenching ballad Enjoy :slight_smile:

— Pleasant and Delightful —

It was pleasant and delightful one midsummer’s morn
When the fields and the meadows were covered with corn
And the blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray
And the larks they sang melodious at the dawning of the day
And the larks they sang melodious (3x) at the dawning of the day

A sailor and his true love were a’walking one day
Said the sailor to his truelove I am bound far away
I am bound for the frontlines where the loud cannons roar
I must go and leave you my love, you’re the girl that I adore
I must go and leave you my love (x3), you’re the girl that I adore

Then the ring from her finger she instantly drew
Saying, Take this my dear soldier and my heart will go too
And as he stood embracing her tears from her eyes fell
Saying, May I go along with you, oh no, my love, farewell
Saying, May I go along with you (x3), oh no, my love, farewell

So it’s farewell my darling, I can no longer stay
For the topsail is hoisted and the anchor is weighed
And my ship she lies waiting for the next flowing tide
And if ever I return again, I will make you my bride
And if ever I return again (x3), I will make you my bride


Another sea shanty. Required only minimum changes. Enjoy!!


—John Kanaka—

I thought I heard the old man say,
John kanaka-naka tura yay,
Today, today it’s a holiday
John kanaka-naka tura yay,

(chorus)
Tura yay, oh, tura yay,
John kanaka-naka tura yay,

We’re bound away at the break of day
John kanaka-naka tura yay,
We’re bound away for Booty Bay
John kanaka-naka tura yay,

(repeat chorus)

Them Booty Bay girls ain’t got no combs
John kanaka-naka tura yay,
They comb their hair with a herring back bone
John kanaka-naka tura yay,

(repeat chorus)

Just one more heave and that’ll do
John kanaka-naka tura yay,
For we’re the crew to pull her through
John kanaka-naka tura yay

(repeat chorus)

I thought I heard the old man say,
John kanaka-naka tura yay,
Today, today it’s a holiday
John kanaka-naka tura yay,

(repeat chorus)

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Here’s one I edited in a matter of minutes. Copied over from the original WoW RP forums.

— Darkmoon Faire —

Are you going to Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
Are you going to Darkmoon Faire, boys?
I’ll go to the fair like we always done,
Get on my mount and give it a run,
Get a few friends and have some fun.
Down at Darkmoon Faire, boys,
Down at Darkmoon Fair.

Who did you see at Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
Who did you see at Darkmoon Faire, boys?
Young ones, old ones, me and you,
Travellers, farmers, visitors too,
They even had a holopad crew,
Down at Darkmoon Faire, boys,
Down at Darkmoon Faire.

What did you drink at Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
What did you drink at Darkmoon Faire, boys?
Twenty-one pints and one for my head,
Or a scotch or a brandy or a port instead,
All served up in a muddy old shed,
Down at Darkmoon Faire, boys,
Down at Darkmoon Faire.

What did you buy at Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
What did you buy at Darkmoon Faire, boys?
A crockery set that’s got no cups,
A brand new shirt that’s got no cuffs,
An old workhorse that’s got no puff,
Down at Darkmoon Faire, boys,
Down at Darkmoon Faire.

What did you get at Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
What did you get at Darkmoon Faire, boys?
Two black eyes and a broken nose,
I caught a cold and I damn near froze,
A bump on me head and I tore my clothes,
Down at Darkmoon Faire, boys,
Down at Darkmoon Faire.

Will you go next month to Darkmoon Faire?
Get your beer down, bob, we’re moving.
Will you go next month to Darkmoon Faire, boys?
If the pubs are open and the beer is free,
If the landlord says, “It’s all on me.”
If I can’t think of anywhere else to be,
I’ll go to Darkmoon Faire, boys,
I’ll go to Darkmoon Faire.


Here’s another sea shanty. Yes I’m quite big on these at the moment. Blame the Fisherman’s Friends movie xD


—Billy O’Shae—

We all got drunk in Stormwind city
Fall down me Billy
We all got drunk, sure more’s the pity
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Chorus 1)
Fall down, fall down, fall down me Billy
We’re bound away for Booty Bay
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Repeat Chorus 1)

We lay ourselves down on the Quay
Fall down me Billy
And when we woke we were out to sea
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Repeat Chorus 1)

We are no sailors captain dear
Fall down me Billy
And we’re unhappy to reef and steer
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Repeat chorus 1)

Captain said, “I’ve got a cure for that”
Fall down me Billy
“And for a start there’s a dose of the cat”
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Repeat Chorus 1)

He sent him up to the top-mast yard
Fall down me Billy
And when he hit the deck, he took it hard
Fall down Billy O’Shea

(Repeat chorus 1)

They wrapped him a canvas sail
Farewell me Billy
And lowered him gently down on a rail
Farewell Billy O’Shea

(Chorus 2)
Farewell, farewell, farewell me Billy
We’re bound away for Booty Bay.
Farewell Billy O’Shea

Over the side and down he goes
Farewell me Billy
To the depths below, with a stitch through his nose
Farewell Billy O’Shea

(repeat chorus 2)

(repeat chorus 1)


One of my absolute favourite folk songs. Took a little bit of research and a lot of editing for this one, but I think it works. Enjoy! =D

— Barrett’s Privateers —

Oh, the year was five hundred and seventy eight,
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
A letter of marque came from the King
To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

Well, Elcid Barrett cried the town
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
For twenty brave men all fisherman who
Would make for him the Antelope’s crew

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
She had a list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

On the King’s birthday we put to sea
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
We were ninety one days to Booty Bay
And pumping like madmen all the way

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

On the ninety sixth day we sailed again
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
When a bloody great galleon hove in sight
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

The galleon lay low down with gold
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
She was broad and fat and loose in stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

Then at length we stood two cables away
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the galleon stove us in.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

the Antelope shook and pitched on her side
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Maintruck carried off both me legs.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

So here I lay in my twenty-third year
How I wish I was in Ratchet now!
It’s been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Stormwind yesterday.

Gods damn them all!
I was told we’d cruise the seas for riches untold.
We’d fire no guns, shed no tears.
Now I’m a broken man on a Stormwind Pier,
The last of Barrett’s Privateers.


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Here’s a ballad for people. Required zero changes. Enjoy!

— One April Morning —

'Twas on one April morning just as the sun was rising
'Twas on one April morning, I heard the small birds sing
They were singing Lovely Nancy, for love it is a fancy,
And sweet were the notes that I heard the small birds sing.

For now young men are false and are full of all deceiving
Young men are false and seldom do prove true
For they’re roving and they’re ranging, their minds are always changing,
They are thinking to find out some other girl that’s new.

Oh and why do you spend all your long time in courting?
Why do you spend all your long time in vain?
For I don’t intend to marry; I would rather longer tarry
Oh young men, don’t you spend all your single lives in vain.

And Oh, if I had but my own heart in keeping,
Oh, if I had but my own heart back again
Close to my bosom I would lock it up forever
And it would never, never stray so far from me again.

'Twas on one April morning just as the sun was rising
'Twas on one April morning, I heard the small birds sing
They were singing Lovely Nancy, for love it is a fancy,
And sweet were the notes that I heard the small birds sing.


Another song of the sea. This one took quite a bit of editing. ‘Leaving of Liverpool’ is usually sung in a more merry fashion, but I much prefer Bernard Wrigley’s rendition, as he gives it a much more sombre feeling.

So instead of making it a song about Boralus, I made it about Gilneas, as I felt it the song would have a much deeper meaning for a people that lost their home. Enjoy.

— Leaving of Gilneas —

Farewell to Keel Harbour landing stage, Northern Headlands fare thee well
I am bound for Stormwind Harbour, it’s a place I know right well
Yes we’re am bound for Stormwind Harbour, by way of Dun Moro-
And I will write to you a letter, love, when I am homeward bound

(Chorus)
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Gilneas that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I’ve signed on a merchant trader ship, the Sprocket is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her, and they say that she’s a floating shame
It’s my second trip with Burgess on the Sprocket, I think I know him well
If a man’s a sailor he can get along, if he can’t then he’s sure in hell

(Repeat chorus)

Farewell to Light’s Dawn Cathedral, Merchant Square and King Greymane
For I think it will be some long time, until I see you again
Now the sun is on the harbour love, how I wish I could remain
For I know it will be long long time, til I see you again

(Repeat chorus)


https ://bernardwrigley. band camp. com/track/leaving-of-liverpool

Here’s one that could apply to any race. Enjoy!

— You Won’t Get Me Down in Your Mine —

(Chorus)
You won’t get me down underground in your mine
Away from the fields and the flowers so fine
Down in the dark where the sun never shines
No you won’t get me down in your mine.

They dig for the coal for the most of their lives
Away from the children, away from their wives
To make others rich, in the heat and the dark
But who’s going to care when they’re too old to work?

(Repeat chorus)

There’s many a miner who died underground
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down
Trapped in the dark underneath the great beams
And choked out his life in the gas-filled coal seams

(Repeat chorus)

I’ll work in your factories, I’ll work on your farms
Dig roads till the muscles stand out of me arms
I’ll fight in your armies, I’ll go out to sea
But by the Gods, you won’t make a coal-miner of me.

(Repeat chorus)


Another song’s lyrics wowified, could use some review but I am happy with the first version!

Gilneas’ Calling

Gilneas calling to the faraway towns
Civil war declared, and the battle comes down
Gilneas calling to the distant farms
Come out of your stables, you boys and girls
Gilneas calling, now don’t look to us
Phoney nobleman have bitten the dust
Gilneas see we ain’t leavin anyone behind
Except Godfrey and his wall building mind

The Rebels are coming, the Guard running in
Horses stop galloping, supplies growing thin
A cursed rumour, but I have no fear
'Cause Gilneas is drowning, and I live near the 'Haven!

Gilneas calling to the folk up north
Forget it, Crowley, the Wall is coming forth!
Gilneas calling for the grainstacks of death
The gates are closed, we savely break our bread
Gilneas calling and no one goes out
Arugal’s gone mad, I can see many wolfmen’s snout
Gilneas calling, the rebellion is nigh
Take your sides, let me stab Godfrey in his eye

The Rebels are coming, the Guard running in
Horses stop galloping, supplies growing thin
A cursed rumour, but I have no fear
'Cause Gilneas is drowning, and I live near the 'Haven!

The Lament of the Sun Prince is a rewrite of Tolkien’s Lament of Boromir.
I’m very unoriginal and can’t do poetry, so I just swapped the names of places and people to match the Warcraft universe.
I did make osme substantial modifications to the last few lines so it at least somewhat fits Kael’s character, though.
Still, I think it’s at least somewhat servicable.

Through Tirisfal, over fen and field where the long grass grows
The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.
What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?
Have you seen Kael’thas the Tall by moon or by starlight?
I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey,
I saw him walk in Plagued Lands until he passed away,
Into the shadows of the North, I saw him then no more.
The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Anasterian,
O Kael’thas! From the High Home, westward I looked afar, but you came not from the Plagued Lands where no men are.

From the Mouths of the Sea, the East Wind flies from the sandhills and the stones,
The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.
‘What news from the East, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?
Where now is Kael’thas the Fair? He tarries and we grieve.
Ask not of me where he doth dwell – so many bones there lie,
On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky,
So many have passed down to the North, to find the Traitor Prince.
Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!
O Kael’thas! Beyond Quel’danas, the seaward road runs North.
But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea’s mouth.

From the Icy Wastes the North Wind calls, and past the Isles of Quel’danas,
And clear and cold about the Woods, its loud horn calls.
What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today?
What news of Kael’thas the Bold? For he is long away.
From the Magister’s Terrace I heard his cry, there many foes he fought.
His shattered mind, his broken sword, He to the Citadel brought.
His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs were laid to rest.
And our Lord, our Regent Lord, took his duties up.
Oh Kael’thas, your people shall ever Northward gaze!
For the Traitor Prince must pay, for what he did to us!

Hey, not to worry bud, that’s what half of the songs I post here are, just traditional folk songs with a few names swapped around :wink:

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Here’s one that could be used for any of the human coastal/island kingdoms. Just pick either Stormwind, Gilneas or Boralus, and any of them will work. Enjoy!


— The Oyster Girl —

As I went-a walkin’ down fair Gilnean streets,
A pretty little oyster girl I chance-d for to meet,
And into her basket I so nimbly did peek,
Just to see if she had any oysters.

-Chorus-

Oh oysters, oh oysters, oh oysters said she
I sell the finest oysters that ever you did see
Three a silver I’m selling them but four I’ll give to thee
If you’ll bargain for me basket of oysters.

Oh landlord, oh landlord, oh landlord, says he,
Have you got little private room for the oyster girl and me,
Where we both may sit and so merrily, merrily be,
While we bargain for her basket of oysters.

(repeat chorus)

Oh yes, sir, oh yes, sir, oh yes, sir, says he,
I’ve got a little private for the oyster girl and thee,
Where you may both sit and so merrily, merrily be,
While you bargain for her basket of oysters.

(repeat chorus)

But they had not been gone for only half and hour you see,
When the oyster girl had picked his pockets and stole all his money,
Around the room she skipped and then laughed and gave him the slip
And left him with her basket of oysters.

(repeat chorus)

O landlord, landlord, landlord, says he,
Did you see the little oyster girl that came in with me?
Yes and she’s paid your reckoning sir, so now you may go free,
So 'op it with your basket of oysters.

(repeat chorus)

Well this story has a moral, son, as you can plainly see
If you should crave a maiden’s oysters harken unto me,
For she may want much more from you than just a silver for three,
So don’t bargain for her basket of oysters.

(repeat chorus)


Here’s one that was a little bit more of a challenge. Had to do it as we just did an RP event on Alliance where one of my guildies’ characters had bought a donkey, do my character was muttering this tune to herself all evening long. Enjoy!


—Donkey Riding—

Was you ever in Shield’s Rest, launching timber on the deck, where ya
break yer bleeding neck, riding on a donkey.

(Chorus)
Way hey and away we go, donkey riding donkey riding,
way hey and away we go, riding on a donkey.

Was you ever in Auchindoun, where the Draenei girls are blue, where they waggle their backsides too, riding on a donkey.

(Repeat chorus)

Was you ever in Dun Morogh, where them gals put on a show, waggle and wriggle with the roll ‘n’ go, riding on a donkey

(Repeat Chorus)

Was you ever in Booty Bay, see the girls all shout hurray, here
comes Dad with ten weeks pay, riding on a donkey.

(Repeat chorus)

Was you ever in Towlong, where the men wear pigtails long, and the gals play all day long, riding on a donkey

(Repeat chorus)

Was you ever in Stormwind town, see the king he does come down,
SEE THE KING IN HIS GOLDEN CROWN, riding on a donkey.

(Repeat chorus)

Was you ever round Stranglethorn, where the weather’s always warm,
wish to hell you’d never been born, riding on a donkey.

(Repeat chorus x 2)


(1st version)
https: //bernardwrigley. bandcamp. com/track/donkey-riding

(2nd version)