Folk songs for Azeroth 2

This song I’ve edited is a sad, sentimental song about a Dwarf who encounters a Night Elf maiden so beautiful he falls in love, and yet his heart aches knowing they can never be. This one only took minimum editing. Enjoy!

— The Rose of Ashenvale —

The sky was clear, the morning was fair, no breath came over the sea,
When the fair maid left her humble home and wandered forth with me,
Though flowers deck’d the mountainside and fragrance fill’d the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the Rose of Ashenvale.

Where’er I wandered East and West, and fate began to lour
One solace still was she to me in sorrow’s lonely hour
Oh tempest lashed our lovely boat and rent her shiv’ring sail
One maiden form withstood the storm, was the Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
One maiden form withstood the storm, was the Rose of Ashenvale.

And when my fevered lips were parched on Tanaris’ burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness, and tales of foreign lands,
My life has been a wilderness unblest by fortune’s gale;
Had fate not linked my love to hers, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale.
Sweet Rose of Ashenvale, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale,
Had fate not linked my love to hers, Sweet Rose of Ashenvale.


This version of the song is missing the middle verse, but its as close to the feel of the song I could find, and she has a beautiful voice.

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This one required a little modification. Another sad song. Enjoy!!


—The Wayfaring Stranger—

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
I’m travelling through this world of woe
Yet there’s no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go

I’m going there to see my father
I’m going there no more to roam
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
But golden fields lie just before me
Where souls redeemed shall ever sleep

I’m going home to see my mother
And all my loved ones who’ve gone on
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be free from every trial
My body sleep, my soul depart
I’ll drop all of my self denial
And enter on my great reward

I’m going there to see my elders
To sing their praise for evermore
I’m only going o’er the ocean
I’m only going over home


Here’s a drinking song about being a soldier of the Alliance. Very dark-but-humorous song. Took quite a bit of editing this one. Enjoy!

— The Young, Foolish Soldier —

When the half-made recruity goes out to the East
He acts like a babe and he drinks like a beast,
And he wonders because he is frequent deceased
Here he’s fit for to serve as a soldier.
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
Serve, serve, serve as a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

Now all you recruities what’s drafted to-day,
You shut up your rag-box and hark to my lay,
And I’ll sing you a soldier as far as I may:
A soldier what’s fit for a soldier.
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
Fit, fit, fit for a soldier ,
A so-oldier of the King!

First mind you steer clear of the grog-sellers’ huts,
For they sell you Fixed Bayonets that rots out your guts –
Aye, drink that would eat the live steel from your butts –
And it’s bad for the young foolish soldier.
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
Bad, bad, bad for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When the cholera comes – as it will past a doubt –
Keep out of the wet and don’t go on the shout,
For the sickness gets in as the liquor dies out,
And it crumples the young foolish soldier.
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
Crum-, crum-, crumples the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

But the worst of your foes is the sun overhead:
You must wear your helmet for all that is said:
If he finds you uncovered he’ll knock you down dead,
And you’ll die like a fool of a soldier.
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
Fool, fool, fool of a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If you’re cast for fatigue by a sergeant unkind,
Don’t grouse like a woman nor crack on nor blind;
Be handy and civil, and then you will find
That it’s beer for the young clever soldier.
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
Beer, beer, beer for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

Now, if you must marry, take care she is old –
A troop-sergeant’s widow’s the nicest I’m told,
For beauty won’t help if your rations is cold,
Nor love ain’t enough for a soldier.
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
Enough, enough, enough for a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If the wife should go wrong with a comrade, be loath
To shoot when you catch them – you’ll swing, on my oath! –
Make him take her and keep her: that’s Hell for them both,
And you’re shut of the curse of a soldier.
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
Curse, curse, curse of a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When first under fire and you’re wishful to duck,
Don’t look nor take heed at the man that is struck,
Be thankful you’re living, and trust to your luck
And march to your front like a soldier.
Front, front, front like a soldier,
Front, front, front like a soldier,
Front, front, front like a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When half of your bullets fly wide in the ditch,
Don’t call your rifle a cross-eyed old !@#$%;
She’s human as you are – you treat her as sich,
And she’ll fight for the young brave soldier.
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
Fight, fight, fight for the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When shaking their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns of the enemy wheel into line,
Shoot low at the limbers and don’t mind the shine,
For noise never startles the soldier.
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
Start-, start-, startles the soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

If your officer’s dead and the sergeants look white,
Remember it’s ruin to run from a fight:
So take open order, lie down, and sit tight,
And wait for supports like a soldier.
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
Wait, wait, wait like a soldier,
A so-oldier of the King!

When you’re wounded and left on the desolate plains,
And the enemy come out to cut up what remains,
Just roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An’ go to the Light like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the King!

Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier of the King!


Different countries see this song in different lights, but I always thought of it as a sad, sentimental and heartbreaking song. This one required no changes at all. Enjoy.

— The Foggy Dew —

When I was a bachelor young and bold,
I followed the roving trade.
And all the harm that ever I done,
I courted a handsome maid.
I wooed her all the summertime,
And a part of the winter too.
And the only harm that ever I done
Was to keep off the foggy dew.

It was all on one night about twelve o’clock,
When I lay fast asleep.
There came this maid to my bedside
And bitterly she did weep.
She wept, she moaned, she tore her hair,
And she cried, “What shall I do?”
So all that night I held her tight
Just to keep off the foggy dew.

Well all the first part of that night
How we did sport and play,
And all the latter part of that night
Snug in my arms she lay.
And when the broad daylight appeared
She cried, “I am undone!”
“Oh, hold your tongue, you silly young girl,
For the foggy dew have gone.”

I never told nobody her name
And damned be if I do,
But many’s the time I think of that night
When I kept off the foggy dew.


A lot of people tend to sing this song as a happy jig, but the first time I heard it, it was as a murder ballad, and it’s one of the most haunting songs I’ve ever heard. It could work for the majority of races, really, though due to its origins it would probably work best for dwarves. This one required no changes whatsoever. Enjoy.


—The Banks of Red Roses—

When I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
That I was a rambler, aye and easy led astray
‘Afore that I would work I would rather sport and play
Wi’ my Johnny on the banks o’ red roses

-Chorus-
On the banks of red roses my love and I sat doon
And he took oot his tunin’ box for tae play his love a tune
In the middle o’ the tune, his love got up and cried
Oh Johnny, Johnny, dinna gan and leave me

Oh they walked and they talked till they cam untae a cave
Where all night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
All the night long her Johnny had been digging at her grave
By the bonnie bonnie banks o’ red roses

Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, oh that grave it’s no for me
Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be
Oh yes, my dearest Molly, that your bridal bed shall be
Andh he’s laid her doon low on red roses

(Repeat chorus)

That night as he was gat hame, his heart was full of fear
Everyone he met, he thocht it was his dear
Everyone he met, he thocht it was his dear
That he’d slain on the banks o’ red roses

(Repeat chorus)