Is there any real life poems or songs you have adapted to World of Warcraft for roleplay?
I adapted “The Girl I Left Behind Me” for Gilneas. A song well known from the English/Irish. Though the World War One version used by the British is well…rather obscene about the Kaiser.
Excelent idea! We need more songs for RP, and while I would love to work for inspirations, here is one from me, also Gilnean inspired (Becuse Gilneas is the best Kingdom, no contest)
Inspired from the Irish song: ‘‘Rocky Road to Dublin’’
In the merry month of June from my home I started
Left the girls of Pyrewood nearly broken hearted
Saluted Father dear, kissed my darling mother
Drank a pint of beer, my grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish evil spirits;
A brand new pair of brogues, rattlin’ o’er the bogs
Frightenin’ all the dogs on the rocky road to GilneasOne two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!In Emberstone that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight my spirits bright and airy
Took a drop of the pure
Keep my heart from sinking;
That’s the Fatty’s cure whenever he’s on for drinking
To see the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, ‘twould set your heart a bubblin’
An’ asked if I was hired, wages I required
'Till I was nearly tired of the rocky road to GilneasOne two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!In Gilneas next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Well then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, when I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon my stick a wobblin’
Enquiring for the rogue, said my Stormglen brogue
Wasn’t much in vogue on the rocky road to Gilneas
One two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!From there I got away, me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Fatty
Down among the pigs, played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off the sounds’ dread, wished meself was dead
Or better far instead
On the rocky road to GilneasOne two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!The boys of Stormwind, when we safely landed
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Fenris’ isle they began abusing
“Hurrah me soul!” says I, me Blackthorn cane let fly
Some Duskhaven boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in
With a loud “Hurray!” joined in the affray
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to GilneasOne two three four five
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Gilneas, Whack fol lol le rah!Whack fol lol le rah! (Whack fol lol le rah!)
Ah love it!
Be great to have a collection of songs for RP, I have mostly looked to British/Irish songs for Gilneas. Rather fitting! British Grenadiers > Gilnean Grenadiers (Yeah, we’re the best.) O’er The Hills and Far Away are two amazing songs which fit Gilneas so well. Marching music for em.
There’s plenty of really good songs. Been trying to work something with ‘‘Star of the County Down’’ and ‘‘I vow to thee my country’’
Plus maybe ‘‘Black and Tans’’, but I don’t want to insult any brits here…
‘‘I vow to thee my country’’
I adore that song. Emotional when it was played for Remembrance and Sir Churchill’s Funeral vid.
Haha, I have played Irish songs that are about us Brits. 
Think Black and Tans would be perfect for a song about the Gilneans against the Forsaken.
Gilneans need some songs about kickin’ the Forsaken out of their Fatherland!
The charge of the spacegoat brigade.
Half a league, half a league.
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of blades
Ran six hundred.
“Forward, the Spacegoat Brigade!
charge the ogres!” she said.
Into the valley of blades.
Ran the six hundred.
“Forward, the Spacegoat Brigade!”
Was there a one dismayed?
Not though the warriors knew
Someone had blundered
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die
Into the valley of blades
Ran the six hundred.
Ogres to the left of them,
Orcs to the right of them,
Blood Elves in front of them
Vollied and thundered;
Stormed at with blade and spell,
Boldly they ran and well,
Into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth of Fel
Ran the six hundred.
Flashed their fine swords bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Cutting the ogres there,
charging an army, while
All the world wondered.
Plunged in the Felfire smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Ogres and Elves
Reeled from hammer stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they ran back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Ogres to the right of them,
Orcs to the left of them,
Elves behind them
Vollied and thundered;
While Elekk and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Fel,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Spacegoat Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Yes, I know some humourless forumgoers will hate me using “spacegoat” in this. Bugger off, will you.
Alright, an attempt at ''I Vow to Thee My Country. Be free to change if something doesn’t work!
I vow to thee, my kingdom, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my light;
The light that asks no questions, the light that stands the test,
That lays upon the nation, the dearest and the best;
The light that never falters, the light that pays the price,
The light that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
I heard my kingdom calling, away across the land,
Across the distance of the land, she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is sheathed at her side, her helmet on her head,
And around her feet are lying the dying and the dead;
I hear the call of war, the shout of her voice;
I haste to thee, my mother, a patriot among thy patriots.
And there’s another kingdom, I’ve heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her people, we may not see her ruler;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shimmering shine increase,
And her ways are ways of greatness, and all her paths are peace.
Love it, also loving the
I heard my kingdom calling, away across the land,
Across the distance of the land, she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is sheathed at her side, her helmet on her head,
And around her feet are lying the dying and the dead;
I hear the call of war, the shout of her voice;
I haste to thee, my mother, a patriot among thy patriots.
And there’s another kingdom, I’ve heard of long ago,
Adding the original first verse from The Two Father Lands really adds to it.
Hey hey wolf-persons! I advice cross-posting your songs in the Bards’ corner thread as well so it’s not lost!
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