The Gypsy Lady
A gypsy lady went wading one day
In a stream the trees shaded over.
She kicked off her shoes, and her skirts of many hues
She left in a heap in the clover.
Ah dee doo ah dee doo dah day
Ah dee doo ah dee dover.
She kicked off her shoes, and her skirts of many hues
She left in a heap in the clover.
A rogue came wandering over the hill--
A thief he was, and a rover;
He saw with the shoes and the skirts of many hues,
The jewelry she'd left in the clover.
Ah dee doo ah dee doo dah day
Ah dee doo ah dee dover.
He saw with the shoes and the skirts of many hues,
The jewelry she'd left in the clover.
The thief crept toward her gold bracelets and rings,
Unguarded amongst all the clover.
He reached for the booty, but spotted her beauty,
And gentlemen, it was all over.
Ah dee doo ah dee doo dah day
Ah dee doo ah dee dover.
He reached for the booty, but spotted her beauty,
And gentlemen, it was all over.
The Gypsy Rover
A gypsy rover came over the hill
Into a valley so shady
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
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Ah dee do ah dee do ah day
Ah dee do ah dee day-dee
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.
She left her fathers castle gate
She left her own true lover
She left her servants and her estate
To follow the gypsy rover.
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Her father mounted his fastest steed
And searched the valley all over
He sought his daughter at great speed
And the whistling gypsy rover.
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At last he came to a mansion fine
Down by the river Clady
And there was music and there was wine
For the Gypsy and his Lady.
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"He is no gypsy, my father," she cried,
"But Lord of these lands all over.
And I shall stay till my dying day
With my whistling gypsy rover."
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Karelia's Song
by Master Iolo Fitzowen
Now the Baron of East March's fair sorcerous daughter
Was enamoured unseemly with the Fool of her Lord.
Well the Duke was deemed handsome, though his soul vain and petty
With a dark mind as empty as last summer's gourd.
Now the Fool, he was clever, and he sang for the Lady
Like a nightingale piping in a green forest hall;
But his station was lowly, his body was aging.
Their love was as helpless as if they were stone.
So the Lady has led them, the fool, and her husband
To a cool, secret garden by the Midsummer's moon.
And she's danced them a spell there of shifting and
changing
And left them dumbfounded by sorcery's boon.
She has left the Fool crying to the Gods of his fathers
She has led her Duke laughing to her high chamber door.
And she's kept him there softly for two days bright dawning's
As the servants all gossiped in wonder and awe.
Well the Fool, died in madness, saying he was ensorcelled;
The Duke only smiled him a sad, secret smile.
And the Duke rules his people with wit, and good humor,
And sings for his Lady the nightingale's song.
And she's born him five children, two sons, and three daughters.
They've grown straight and handsome and sorcerers all.
And they dance in the garden and sing in the moonlight
Like nightingale's piping in a green forest hall.
Ladyhawke
By: Julia Ecklar
My jesses are fear and my hood my own lies
My wings pinned to ground by my thieving
Each evening I swear that tomorrow I'll fly
But each dawn breaks not believing.
I'm a mouse among men with no goals, no dreams,
No reckon of right or of wrong
But a magical maiden more real than she seems
Fills my soul with the glory of song!
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Ladyhawke, Ladyhawke, fly bravely on
Wings spread at each morning's light
Ladyhawke, Ladyhawke, from dusk to dawn
Teach me the magic of flight!
I feel strange lending help when I don't even know
Where she's headed or where she has been.
But my heart answers yes before my head can say no
And too soon I am drawn in.
But it's not just her beauty, for beauty I've seen
Though she outshines what beauty I know.
It's the faith she can place in the truth of a dream
The good she believes I can show.
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I know I will always be weighted to ground
Though the path of the birds I admire
But she makes me believe in the promise I've found
For unheard of means only it's undreamed of yet
Impossible means not yet done
And the magic I've seen here I'll never forget,
The miracles love has begun.
The Minstrel Boy
The Minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him.
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
"Tho all the world betrays thee.
"One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard
One faithfull harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foemans' steel
Could not bring that proud soul under.
The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder.
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!"
An Old Cliché Revisited
words by R. Farran
A dragon has come to our village today
We'd like him to leave, but he won't go away.
He talked to our King, and they worked out a deal,
No homes will he burn and no stock will he steal.
Now, there is but one catch ( we dislikes it a bunch !)
Twice a year he invites him a virgin for lunch.
We don't have much choice, so this deal we'll respect,
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect...
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Do virgins taste better than girls who are not?
Are they saltier, sweeter, more juicy, or what?
Do You savor 'em slowly, gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than girls who are not?
Now, we'd like to be shed of ya, and many have tried,
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that someday a brave soul will come by,
We can't wait around till you're too fat to fly.
Now you have such good taste in your women, for sure.
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.
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Now, we've found a solution (it works out so neat)
If you'll settle for nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our numbers grow ever so small,
We'll simply make sure we've no virgins at all!
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A Dragon's Retort
Words: (C) 1985 by Claire Stephens
Well, now I am a dragon please listen to me
For I'm misunderstood to a dreadful degree
This ecology needs me, and I know my place,
But I'm fighting extinction with all of my race
But I came to this village to better my health
Which is shockingly poor despite all my wealth
But I get no assistance and no sympathy,
Just impertinent questioning shouted at me.
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Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
But my favorite snack food with peril is fraught
For my teeth will decay and my trim go to pot
Yes, virgins taste better than those who are not
Now we worms are deep thinkers at science we shine
And our world's complicated with every new line
We must quit all the things that we've done since the flood
Like lying on gold couches that poison our blood
Well I'm really quite good almost all of the year
Vegetarian ways are now mine out of fear
But a birthday needs sweets I'm sure you'll agree
And barbecued wench tastes like candy to me
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As it happens our interests are almost the same
For I'm really quite skillful at managing game
If I messed with your men would your excess decline?
Of course not, the rest would just make better time
But the number of babies a woman can bear
Has a limit and that's why my pruning's done there
Yet an orphan's a sad sight, and so when I munch
I'm careful to take out only virgins for lunch.
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