Folk songs for Azeroth 2


(Dawncastle) #22

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!


#23

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!


#24

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:


#25

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)



#26

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)


#27

A wonderful, powerful song that could be sung by slaves or former slaves.

— Children of the Earth —

We are the Children of the earth
The tillers of the soil
The heirs of hunger and of dearth
Born to unending toil
Born to unending toil

We work the fields from early light
Bound by an iron law
And when we stumble home at night
We sleep among the straw
The unremembered poor

When darkness falls we take our rest
We rise before the dawn
Day after day until we die
We labour, we are born
To poverty and scorn

To plough and sew and harrow in
To harvest, reap and mow
In frost and snow and icy wind
To the weary fields we go
The lowest of the low

Despised and beaten, trodden down
Our council still we keep
Our voiceless hearts you do not hear
We do not smile or weep
Our rage is hidden deep

We are the ones who made the world
Who carved and shaped the land
Who cleared the forest, tilled the soil
By skill and strength of hand
We poor and ragged band

We have been here since time began
Since sun and moon were new
Since Gods did delve and Titans did span
Pray come and tell me true
WHERE, GENTLEMEN, WERE YOU?



#29

Here’s a song based on a Rudyard Kipling poem that I think is perfect for any Shamanistic people. Please enjoy.


— The Recall —

I am the land of their fathers,
In me the virtue stays.
I will bring back my children,
After certain days.

Under their feet in the grasses
My clinging magic runs.
They shall return as strangers.
They shall remain as sons.

Over their heads in the branches
Of their new-bought, ancient trees,
I weave an incantation
And draw them to my knees.

Scent of smoke in the evening,
Smell of rain in the night–
The hours, the days and the seasons,
Order their souls aright,

Till I make plain the meaning
Of all my thousand years–
Till I fill their hearts with knowledge,
While I fill their eyes with tears.

I am the land of their fathers,
In me the virtue stays.
I will bring back my children,
After certain days.

I will bring back my children,
After certain days.



#30

Here’s a nice drinking song that required no changes at all :smiley: Enjoy!!


—All Among The Barley—

Come now, ‘tis near September and the hunters’ moon begun,
And through the wheaten stubble is heard a frequent gun;
The leaves are pale and yellow, and fading into red,
While the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head.

(Chorus)
All among the barley, who would not be blithe,
Whilst the ripe and bearded barley is smiling on the scythe.

The wheat is like a rich man, it’s sleek and well-to-do;
The oats are like a pack of girls, they’re thin and dancing too;
The rye is like a miser, both sulky, lean and small,
Whilst the ripe and bearded barley is the monarch of them all.

(Repeat Chorus)

The spring is like a young maid that doesn’t know her mind,
The summer is a tyrant of most ungracious kind;
The autumn is an old friend that loves as best he can,
And will bring the bearded barley to glad the heart of man.

(Repeat Chorus)

So come now, ‘tis near September and the hunters’ moon begun,
And through the wheaten stubble is heard a frequent gun;
The leaves are pale and yellow, and fading into red,
While the ripe and bearded barley is hanging down its head

(Repeat Chorus)



#31

Another seafarer’s song. Slightly edited. Enjoy!

— Wings of a Gull a.k.a. Weary Whaling Ground —

Oh if I had the wings of a gull, me boys
I’d spread them and fly home
And I’d leave old Northrend’s icy grounds
For where whale-fish there are none.

For the weather’s rough and the winds do blow
There’s little comfort here
And I’d rather be snug in a comfy pub
A-drinking up strong beer.

For a man must be mad or wanting money bad
If he ventures catching the whale
For he may be drowned if that fish turns around
Or his head smashed in by its tail

And the the work seems grand to a young green hand
And his heart may be high when he goes
In a very short burst, he’d a soon as hear a curse
As a cry of “There she blows!”

So it’s all hands on deck now for pity’s sake
Move briskly if you can
And he stumbles on deck so dizzy and so sick
For his life, he don’t give a damn

And then high overhead, the great fluke spreads
And the mate gives the whale the iron
And soon the blood, in a purple flood
from the spout, oh it comes-a flying

Well these trials we have faced for nigh-on four years
'Til our flying jib points for home
And we’re supposed for our toil to get a bonus on the oil
And an equal share on the bone

But when we go to the agent’s to settle for the trip
We find we have cause to repent
For we’ve slaved away four years of our lives
And we’ve earned about three gold ten.


(here’s a second version to hear what it would sound like with vocal harmonies)


#32

Here’s a fun drinking song :smile:

Only needed to change literally two words of this ^^ Enjoy!


— Seven Drunken Nights —

As I went home on a Monday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a horse outside the door where me old horse should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that horse outside the door where me old horse should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk, you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
That’s a lovely sow that me mother sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on a Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door where me old coat should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that coat behind the door where me old coat should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
That’s a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on a Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pipe upon the chair where me old pipe should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that pipe upon the chair where me old pipe should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
That’s a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But tobacco in a tin whistle, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on a Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two boots beneath the bed where me old boots should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where me old boots should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
They’re two geranium flowerpots me mother sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But laces on a flower pot I never saw before.

As I came home on a Friday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a head upon the bed where me old head should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head upon the bed where me old head should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
That’s a baby boy that me mother sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on a Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be,
I spied two hands upon her breasts where me old hands should be.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Whose hands are these upon your breasts where me old hands should be?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.”
Well, it’s many a day I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.

Now when I came home on a Sunday night a little after three,
I saw a man running out the door with his pants about his knee.
I called me wife and I said to her, “Will you kindly tell to me,
Who was that man running out the door with his pants about his knee?”

“Oh, you’re drunk, you’re drunk you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
'Twas nothing but the tax collector the King sent to me.”
Well, it’s many a night I’ve travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a tax man that could last 'til three I never saw before.



#33

Here’s a merry drinking song that I adapted in the spirit of Brewfest.

I imagined a Dwarf writing this after his travels throughout Azeroth and beyond. Very jolly and life-affirming. Only required minimum changes. Enjoy!

— Ramblin’ Rover —

-Chorus-

There are sober men a-plenty and drunkards barely twenty
There are men of over ninety who have never yet kissed a girl
Give me a ramblin’ rover, frae Winterspring down tae Ungorer
We’ll roam the cont’nent over and together we’ll face the world

Now I’ve roamed through every nation, taken delight in all creation
I’ve enjoyed a wee sensation when the company did prove kind
And when partin’ was no pleasure, well I’ve drunk another measure
To the dear friends that I treasure, for they always are on my mind

(repeat chorus)

There’s many who feign enjoyment from merciless employment
Their ambition was this deployment from the minute they left the school
And they save and scrape and ponder, while the rest go out and squander
See the world and rove and wander and are happier as a rule

(repeat chorus)

When you’re bent up with arthritis, your bowels have got colitis
You’ve got gallopin’ bollockitis and you’re thinkin’ it’s time you died
When you’re lyin’ there in traction, if you’ve been a man of action,
You can gain some satisfaction thinking “Well, at least I tried!”

(repeat chorus x2)

We’ll roam the cont’nent over, and TOGETHER WE’LL FACE THE WORLD!!!



#34

Here’s a sweet, sentimental song that required pretty much no changes at all. Could work as a dwarvish song, or possibly Kul Tiras. Enjoy :slight_smile:

— When the Boat Comes In —

Now come here me little laddie,
Now ah’ve smoked me baccy,
Let’s have a bit-o cracky,
Til the boat comes in.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Now here’s ya mother comin’,
like a canny woman;
Yonder comes ya fatha,
drunk - he cannat stand.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Our Tommy’s always fuddling,
he’s so fond of ale,
but he’s very kind to me,
and I hope he’ll never fail.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a haddock when the boat comes in.

Well I like a drop mesel’,
when I can get it sly,
and thou, my bonny bairn,
will like’t as well as I.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a mackerel when the boat comes in.

And may we get a drop,
oft as we stand in need;
and weel may the keel row
that brings the bairns their bread.

And thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a bloater when the boat comes in.

(repeat all verses)

And dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Dance to ya Daddy, sing to ya Mammy,
dance to ya Daddy, to ya Mammy sing;

Thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a fishy when the boat comes in.

Aye thou shalt have a fishy on a little dishy,
thou shalt have a salmon when the boat comes in.


Like most folk singers he likes to tell stories about the origins of the song and how he came to play it. If you want to skip straight to the song, skip to 3:02


#35

Here’s a nice ballad for a change. Enjoy!!

— The Call and the Answer —

You call and I run
Like the wind that blows across the moor
All we needed is each other
And like the eagles we will soar

-Chorus-

You are the call and I am the answer
You are the wish and I am the way
You the music - I the dancer
You are the night and I am the day
You are the night and I am the day

You and I are like two rivers
Run and fall down to the sea
When we meet we’re lost forever
Lost forever, you and me

(repeat chorus)

Lay your head upon my pillow
Let your heart beat close to mine
With no past and no tomorrow
Two hearts lost in space and time

(repeat chorus)



#36

Anyone got anymore? These are very entertaining.


#37

Here’s a great song for Kul Tiran funerals. Only required minimum changes. Enjoy :slight_smile:


—The Farewell Shanty—

It is time to go now
Haul away your anchor
Haul away your anchor
'Tis our sailing time

Get some sail upon her
Haul away your halyards
Haul away your halyards
'Tis our sailing time

Get her on her course now
Haul away your foresheets
Haul away your foresheets
'Tis our sailing time

Feel the seas run under
Haul away down Channel
Haul away down Channel
On the evening tide

Now my days are over
Haul away forever
Haul away forever
Return to the tide

It is time to go now
Haul away your anchor
Haul away your anchor
'Tis our sailing time



#38

Pretty swell


#39

Here’s a reworked version of the Trelawny anthem of Cornwall a.k.a The Song of the Western Men. I figured with a few words tweaked here and there, it would make a great song about Arom Waycrest’s final victory against the Drust. Enjoy!


—The Song of Kul Tiras—

A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!
And Gorak Tul shall understand
What Kul Tirans can do!
And have they fixed the where and when?
And shall Lord Waycrest die?
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans
Will know the reason why!

-Chorus-

And shall Lord Waycrest live?
Or shall Lord Waycrest die?
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans
Will know the reason why!

Out spake our leader brave and bold:
A merry wight was he:
Though Gol Osigr be their stronghold,
We’ll set Kul Tiras free!
We’ll cross the rivers, land to land:
The waters are no stay:
With “one and all,” and hand in hand;
And who shall bid us nay?

(repeat chorus)

And when we come to Gol Osigir
A dreadful sight to view,
Come forth! Come forth! Ye cowards all:
Here’s greater men than you.
Lord Waycrest he shall storm their hold;
Lord Waycrest he may die:
Here’s twenty thousand Kul Tirans BOLD
Will know the reason why

(repeat chorus)



#40

A great drinking song for sailors, merchants and pirates. No changes required whatsoever. Enjoy!


— Ye Mariners All —

Ye mariners all as ye pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Spend my lads your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye mariners all if you’ve half a crown
You’re welcome all for to sit down
Spend my lads your money brisk
And pop your nose in a jug of this

Ye tipplers all as you pass by
Come in and sit if you are dry
Come in sit down, think it not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this

And when I’m old and can scarcely crawl
I’ve a long grey beard and a head that’s bald
Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss
A pretty young girl and a jug of this

And when I’m in my grave and dead
And all my sorrows are past and fled,
Transform me then into a fish
Come let me swim in a jug of this

Ye mariners all as ye pass by
Come in and drink when you are dry
Come in sit down, think not amiss
To pop your nose in a jug of this



#41

Here’s a shanty that took a little editing as I decided to throw in a few verses from different versions of the same song. Enjoy!


—Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her—

Well I thought I heard the Old Man say:
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her.”
Tomorrow you will get your pay,
and it’s time for us to leave her.

(Chorus)
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow
And it’s time for us to leave her.

Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high.
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh, she shipped it green and none went by.
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh she‘s parish bound and she’s parish rigged
“Leave her, Johny, leave her!”
And the whole poor crew, well they’re fever-strict
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

I hate to sail on this rotten tub.
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
No grog allowed and rotten grub.
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh the skipper was bad and the mate was worse
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
He would cut you down with a spite or a curse
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh, pull you lubbers or you’ll get no pay
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh, pull you lubbers and then belay
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus)

Oh, the rats have gone, now we, the crew
“Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
Oh it’s jolly well time that we went too
And it’s time for us to leave her.

(Repeat chorus several times)



#42

Here’s one just in time for Winter Veil. Required no changes at all. Enjoy!! :smiley:


—The Season of Holly and Ivy—

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!

Oh trim up the tree with fair silver and gold
String garlands of berries around
And with blithesome carrols fill house and fill hall with their clamorous sound,
Hail to the carrols’ gay, clamorous sound!

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!

The board now is laden with roast beef and goose,
With mince pie, plum pudding and ale
The yule log is roaring it welcome to guests from both valley and dale
Hail to all guests from both valley and dale!

The season of holly and ivy is here
The season of mirth and of glee
The year has come round to the time when all men of good will can agree
Hail to the hour when all men can agree!