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A Drinking Song

I have seen the love stars shining
Through bronze hair across my face.
I have seen young couple kissing,
Locked in a lover's embrace.
But one sight is dear to memory,
And it seemeth brighter far--
Just a guttered candles flicker
On a tankard on a bar.

The Centaur Harper

This story is told from the vale to the hill
Oh, have you heard the Centaur Harper?
How the plainest of plain can be beautiful still.
Oh, the Centaur Harper with eyes of frost.

The Duke's second daughter was ravishing fair
Bright blue were her eyes and bright gold was her hair.
The Duke's youngest daughter had eyes like the sky,
And her hair of soft midnight made courtiers sigh.
But the Duke's eldest daughter, a spinster named Jane,
Brown hair and brown eyes, was decidedly plain
And no one would know, or would care if were told,
But plain little Jane had a voice of pure gold.

And the Centaur Harper would sit on his hill
Oh, have you heard the Centaur Harper?
And listen for hours to Jane's lovely trill.
Oh, the Centaur Harper with eyes of frost.

Not a suitor she had, not a soul sought her hand,
But she must wed first by the law of the land!
Her two cruel sisters, impatient to wed,
Would heap bitter scorn on their plain sister's head.
One cold night they followed her right to her room,
And said, "How we wish you were dead in your tomb!"
Now Jane fled in fear through the snow and the storm,
With only her nightgown to keep herself warm.

And as her last song wailed into the night
Oh, have you heard the Centaur Harper?
The Dear Harper Steed took heed of her plight.
Oh, the Centaur Harper with eyes of frost.

He sent out a troop of his own Centaur Guard
To search out the land, though the storm pressed them hard.
They brought her before him as frozen as stone,
But with kisses he warmed her and made her his own.
Now, Jane disappeared in that storm, it is said,
And both the Duke's daughters are certain she's dead
But if you should chance near a wild Centaur hill,
You'll find that the people are dancing there still.

And the music they dance to is sung and it's played
Oh, have you heard the Centaur Harper?
By the blind Harper Steed, and his dear human Maid.
Oh, the Centaur Harper with eyes of frost.

The Sounds of Violence

Hello longsword my old friend
I've come to fight with you again
Because the sounds of battle ringing
In my ears has got me singing
And the rock that I have instead of a brain
Still remains
I love the sounds of violence.

In tournaments I fight alone
I leave my melee gear at home
But when I go down to knock on Collin's door
I often fight in groups of five or more
When my friend was stabbed by a sharpened spear to the head
He was dead
Touched by the sounds of violence.

A thousand footmen waging war
A hundred archers maybe more
Polemen thrusting from the second row
Hoplites dying, they're the first to go
Two-hand fighters can harry the enemy flank
They've got rank
And love the sounds of violence.

Foolishly I pressed ahead
I'd be a hero or be dead
An armored soldier tried to teach me
With his halberd he might reach me
But my blows like violent hailstones fell
And struck well
Causing the sounds of violence.

Collin's fighters fell and died
Before the advancing Athenian tide
And we shouted out our battle cry
We would conquer or we would die
And the bards sing the deeds of the fighters that bravely fall
And they all
Whisper the sounds of violence.

Rampion's Fighting Rats

Fighting rats fall from the sky
Some will live and some will die
Rats, they all have nothing to fear
Rampion's fighting rats are here!
Silver tape upon their backs
A broadsword is all that they lack
One thousand rats, they fight a war
They wouldn't win with two thousand more.

Trained to jump off of a roof
Trained in combat tooth to tooth
Rats they fight both far and near
Rampion's fighting rats are here!
Riding high upon our helms
Their harsh warcry it overwhelms
All opponents, they become weak
At their fearsome squeaky squeak.

Back at home Rampion waits
His fighting rats have met their fates
They have died while drinking beer
Rampion's fighting rats are here!
Once again it is off to war
This time they number a thousand more
They will fight and squeak to the very end
But the people of Athens all rush to defend.

Fighting rats, they jump from drains
Fighting rats, they fall like rain
Some will live, but most will die
Stupid creatures cannot fly.

Another Tavern Song
By Draegar Bloodknife of Elanthia

The horse and mule live thirty years
And never knows of wines and beers.
The goat and sheep at twenty die
Without a taste of scotch or rye.
The modest, sober, bone-dry hen
Lays eggs for noggs and dies at ten.
But sinful, ginful, rum-soaked men
Survive three-score years and ten.
And some of us...though mighty few
Stay pickled 'til we're ninety-two!

Westly's Escape

Walking one day through the bestial wilds was Westly, a hero true
Every beast he came upon without a glance would let him simply walk through
Smirking to himself he walked up to a giant timberwolf and spat
The timberwolf glanced at him and said, "Boy, I wouldn't do that"
Looking for a way to escape, Westly began to back away from the beast
Yet the wolf began to advance and Westly soon found himself deceased
Startled, his soul awoke amongst the howls and screams of the underworld.

Easily he leapt to his feet and ran through bridges and fire and gates
Stopped only to jump past lava swept rocks and dodge a couple of Fates
Coming finally to a large gate of bronze he paused to look at the sky
Alas it was still blocked by earth, not a hint of the sun could he spy
Pushing himself on he finally managed to slip from Hades fiery grasp
Evening had come, no hint of the sun, "It took me 2 minutes!" he gasped.

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