Folk Songs For Azeroth

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Hello!!

I created this thread on the old forums and I wanted to keep it alive, so I’m copying it over to the new ones, as I don’t want something me and a lot of other people put time and effort into be be lost and forgotten.

I decided to take a few traditional (and contemporary) folk songs, and rearrange the lyrics to suit the world of Azeroth a little better. There are also youtube links so that people can hear the tunes of the songs to get an idea of what people should sound like when they’re singing IC, and to help set the mood.

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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.

Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AhrvGwlmr9Q

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 such a beautiful voice.

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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!

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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.

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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

(a warcraft take on the song ‘Nick the Chopper’ by Barış Manço)

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A good song for sailors and pirates :slight_smile:

— All for Me Grog —

All for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacca
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the distant oceans I must wander

Where are me boots, me noggin, noggin boots
They’re all gone for beer and tobacca
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are out looking for better weather

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacca
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the distant oceans I must wander

Where is me shirt me noggin, noggin shirt
It’s all gone for beer and tobacca
For the collar is all worn and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacca
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the distant oceans I must wander

I’m sick in the head and I haven’t gone to bed
Since I first came ashore with me plunder
For I spent all me dough on the lassies don’t you know
Far across the distant oceans I must wander

And it’s all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog
All for me beer and tobacca
Well I spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin
And across the distant oceans I must wander

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Here’s one for Winter veil :slight_smile:

I’ve tried to put in an equal number of races from each faction, to give the feel of equality, since Winter Veil is a time of sharing, cheer, and camaraderie. Enjoy!

— Azeroth Wassail —

Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

So here’s to the Dwarves and to their rosy cheeks
Pray the Gods send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here’s to the Orcs and their unflinching eyes
Pray the Gods send our master a good Winter Veil pie
A good Winter Veil pie that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

So here’s to the Taurens and to their broad horns
May the Gods send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here’s to the Elves and to her long ears
Pray the Gods send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e’er they did see
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

And here’s to the Draenei and to their long tails
Pray the Gods send our master he never may fail
A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near
And our jolly wassail it’s then you shall hear

Come barkeep, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in the heavens may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go barkeep, bowl and all

Then here’s to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.

Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our bread it is white and our ale it is brown
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With the wassailing bowl, we’ll drink to thee

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Wandering thrugh Stormsong valley I’ve heard this little thing… near the Shrine
It was disturbing… yet beautifull in the same time

— AIn the Arms of a Squid —

Something happened, Alice, something weird and wonderful…

I hear a music I have never before
I feel the waves, though I am nowhere near the shore

In the arms of a squid, I touched my secret longing
All embraced as I faced a world both warm and new
In the arms of a squid, I lost my inhibitions
And found my love for you

And in the arms of a squid, all tentacled and squishy
Rearranged, I was changed by something sort of fishy
For at once as I hugged a thousand cups of suction,
I found my love for you

Who’d have guessed that I’d discover God
Cuddling with a two ton cephalopod?

In the arms of a squid
(Mal) I was saved and born again
(A) She saw your soul
(M) She saw my soul
(A) She took control
(M) She took control
And finally I can stomach sushi

But my dear
(A) Oh Mal
(M) Now its clear
(A) Big Mal
(Both) My love for you is endless!
(M) In the arms
(A) In the arms
(M) Of a squid
(A) Of a squid
(M) I was dared
(A) You were dared
(M) And, I did!
(A) God, you did!
(Both) And I found my love for you!

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I have not edited this one, beause I feel it fits right into the Warcraft universe, as a melancholic lament that a soldier or bard might sing, about the heartbreaking tragedies of war…: Perils of the wind, by Crematory.

(I couldn’t find an official version on YouTube, but here’s a nice unofficial one:)
https://youtu.be/2WSPgvMoEfs

Over yonder far from time
Lived a maid widowed by war.
Astray her home, burdened her life;
A netherland of discontent
Free of joy and bliss.

Believe in nothing hard to see.
Believe in everything, this world is free.
Listen to your heart, never forget;
Tales of yore, trust them yet.

On a day gloomy and grey
Through the flickering lights of the woods
Shimmering knights of majesty…

Believe in nothing hard to see.
Believe in everything this world is free.
Listen to your heart never forget;
Tales of yore, trust them yet.

Warriors aroused by weariness
Ascended the porch an innocent soul…

Believe in nothing hard to see.
Believe in everything this world is free.
Listen to your heart never forget;
Tales of yore, trust them yet

Believe in nothing hard to see.
Believe in everything this world is free
(world is free - world is free).

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Inspired by the song from the Hobbit, the dwarves sing while playing my darkiron toon:

deep under our redridge mountain home
To dungeons deep and treasure hoards
We must await the break of day
To summon forth the Fire lord

Our brave Darkiron King
in shadows deep with ancient flame
brings primal fire
upon our mountain home

The trees were burning on the ridge
The land was blackened in the vale
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches brightened the dale.

Now our home is blackened stone
The Blackrock mountain from deep to peak
A prince was Born, to our lost King
and will peace, and riches bring.

just imagine this by a chorus of deep voices.
Sung like this one:

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