ÿþ<HTML><HEAD><TITLE> The Clanne Preachain Songbook</TITLE></HEAD> <body background="clanneback.gif"><BODY TEXT="#FFFFFF" LINK="#BB0000" VLINK="#CC9900"> <a name="top"> <table border=0 width=750><tr><td width=100></td><td align="center" height=100 width=600><img src="crowright.gif" height=69 width=96><img src="clannehead.gif" align="center"><img src="crowleft.gif" height=69 width=96><br><font size=2><b><i> WARNING: this page may contain lyrics unsuitable for children!</b></i></td></tr> <tr> <td width=100></td> <td align="center" colspan=2> <a href="#a"><img src="C_A.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="b"><img src="C_B.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#c"><img src="C_C.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#d"><img src="C_D.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#e"><img src="C_E.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#f"><img src="C_F.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#g"><img src="C_G.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#h"><img src="C_H.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#i"><img src="C_I.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#j"><img src="C_J.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#k"><img src="C_K.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#l"><img src="C_L.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#m"><img src="C_M.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#n"><img src="C_N.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#o"><img src="C_O.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#p"><img src="C_P.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#q"><img src="C_Q.GIF" border=0></a> <br> <a href="#r"><img src="C_R.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#s"><img src="C_S.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#t"><img src="C_T.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#u"><img src="C_U.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#v"><img src="C_V.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#w"><img src="C_W.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#x"><img src="C_X.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#y"><img src="C_Y.GIF" border=0></a> <a href="#z"><img src="C_Z.GIF" border=0></a> </td></tr></table> <ul><table border=0 width=100%> <td width=100></td> <td></p><font size=3><b><i><ul> <a href="#1">Ain't Nobody's Business</a><br> <a href="#2">A Lament for St. Patrick</a><br> <a href="#3">A Pair of Brown Eyes</a><br> <a href="#4">Blood Lust</a><br> <a href="#5">Blood Oath</a><br> <a href="#6">Call of the Crow</a><br> <a href="#7">Celtic Ring of Fire</a><br> <a href="#8">Chain of Slaves</a><br> <a href="#9">Closer to Eleven</a><br> <a href="#10">Concussare Anthem</a><br> <a href="#11">Destination Isle of Mann</a><br> <a href="#12">Do it Right</a><br> <a href="#13">Dying Celt</a><br> <a href="#14">Earth Song</a><br> <a href="#15">Fop Hunt</a><br> <a href="#16">I'm a Wild Celt</a><br> </td><td></p><font size=3><b><i> <a href="#17">Knockin' On Atlantian Heads</a><br> <a href="#18">Lager & Blood</a><br> <a href="#19">Nationwide</a><br> <a href="#20">Of the Bog</a><br> <a href="#21">Painted Up in Blue</a><br> <a href="#22">Preachain</a><br> <a href="#23">Preachain Song</a><br> <a href="#24">Ritual of Lughnasadh</a><br> <a href="#25">Sally MacLennane</a><br> <a href="#26">Sheela-Na-Preachain</a><br> <a href="#27">Stal-la-la-la-la-la-Leo-Hagan</a><br> <a href="#28">The Favor</a><br> <a href="#29">The Mundane Blues</a><br> <a href="#30">The Woad</a><br> <a href="#31">Warrior of the Celts</a><br> <a href="#32">War Song</a><br> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100 height=100></td> <td align="center" colspan=2><font size=3><img src="filler3.gif" align="center"><br> <a href="/bard/">Hoarde of the Bards</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/poems">Poems</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/songs">Songs</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/filk">Filk</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/merry">The Merry Bard's Page</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/fayre">In Fayre Companie</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"><br> <a href="/bard/pipe">Pipe 'Til the Blood Sings</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="/bard/more.html">More Resources</a> <img src="cdiv.gif" align="center"> <a href="http://HouseBarra.com">Home</a></p> </p> </td></tr></table> <ul><ul> <img src="ctbar.gif"> <table border=0 width=80% bgcolor="CC9933" TEXT="#000011" LINK="#993300" VLINK="#663366"> <tr><td width=100% height=20></td></tr> <tr><td> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="a"> <a name="1"> Ain't Nobody's Business </p><font size=3> by Rael and Lyra<br> filk: Tain't Nobody's Business by P. Granger & E. Robbins </b></i></p></p> One day<br> We had cattle and flocks<br> And the next day <br> We had our neighbor's cattle and flocks<br> And it ain't no <br> No neighbor's business<br> Havin' cattle and flocks</p> One day Danu was on the land<br> Then the Christians came<br> And they got outta hand<br> And it ain't no<br> No Christian's business<br> How I pray</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="2"> A Lament for St. Patrick </p><font size=3> by Ceara ni Neill </b></i></p></p> I strolled along the glen one day<br> A shepherd, in the field he lay<br> He smiled at me and said, "how do?"<br> Says I, what e'er your fancy be.</p> He smiled at me, then his face grew grim<br> As he began a Christian hymn<br> I said, "Stop fast!" My face aghast,<br> For surely the gods you will offend!</p> Patrick, aye, Patrick<br> That stubborn Christian Patrick<br> A curious fact that he should ever enter in priesthood.</p> I bade him stop, but on he went<br> Of Christ, and god and covenant<br> Says I, "Please stop in Danu's name!"<br> Says he, "exists there not the same."</p> Patrick, aye Patrick,<br> That stubborn Christian Patrick<br> A curious fact his god forbids him taking earthly pleasures.</p> A blow to the head did stun him well <br> And the blade of my dirk made his blood swell;<br> For since he cursed the God of Love,<br> For purpose he needs not <i>*that*</i> of!</p> Patrick, aye, Patrick,<br> That silly Christian Patrick<br> He dared to curse the goddess of love and paid he with his manhood!</p> Come live with me and be my love and we will earthly pleasure prove!<br> Or hill and vale, and stream and field-<br> Till woods and steepy mountain yield!</p> Patrick, aye Patrick<br> That sad and silly Patrick<br> O let us revel with all the gods for granting earthly pleasures!</p </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#990000" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="3"> A Pair of Brown Eyes </p><font size=3> by Shane MacGowan </b></i></p></p> One summer evening drunk to hell<br> I sat there nearly lifeless<br> An old man in the corner sang<br> Where the water lilies grow<br> And on the jukebox Johnny sank <br> About a thing called love<br> And its how are you kid and what's your name<br> And how would you bloody know</p> In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky<br> I lay down on the ground<br> And the arms and legs of other men<br> Were scattered all around<br> Some cursed some prayed some prayed then cursed<br> Then prayed then bled some more<br> And the only thing that I could see<br> Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me<br> But when we got back labeled parts one to three<br> There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me.<br> And a rovin' a roving' a rovin' I'll go<br> For a pair of brown eyes</p> I looked at him he looked at me<br> All I could do was hate him<br> While Ray and Philomena sang <br> Of my elusive dreams I say the streams the rolling hills<br> Where his brown eyes wee waiting<br> And I thought about a pair of brown eyes<br> That waited once for me.</p> So drunk to hell I left the place<br> Sometimes crawling sometimes walking<br> A hungry sound came across the breeze<br> So I gave the walls a talking<br> And I heard the sounds of long ago<br> From the old canal<br> And the birds where whistling in the trees<br> Where the wind was gently laughing</p> And a rovin' a roving' a rovin' I'll go<br> And a rovin' a roving' a rovin' I'll go<br> And a rovin' a roving' a rovin' I'll go<br> For a pair of brown eyes<br> For a pair of brown eyes</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="b"> <a name="4"> Blood Lust </p><font size=3> by Aes and Phalen<br> filk: some christian ditty </b></i></p></p> It only takes a cut<br> To get the red blood flowing<br> When enemies are found<br> Their heads will soon be rolling</p> Chorus<br> That's how it is with blood lust<br> Once you're a warrior<br> Your nostrils flare<br> All spiked your hair<br> You have a warp-spasm</p> What a wondrous gift of Danu<br> The power to slay armies<br> Your eye starts from from its sphere<br> That will be their only warning.</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="5"> Blood Oath </p><font size=3> by Conn MacNeill </b></i></p></p> Chorus<br> Preachain, Preachain, for Clanne and for kinsmen,<br> Preachain, Preachain, to battle we go<br> Preachain, Preachain, for spears colored crimson,<br> Preachain, Preachain, it's blood for the oath!</p> There's a Clanne of bold temper, they're wild-eyed and clever,<br> Their war-yell a death-knell for many a foe.<br> The Morrigan's hammer, their song joyful clamor,<br> They're oath-bound for sword-ground to keep a grim oath.</p> Now the Senachal's spoken of a time long forgotten,<br> When word-sign was tongue-plied by beats as by man,<br> When the corn that they'd hoped for lay blighted and broken,<br> And the Crow-king on coal-wing came swift to the Clanne.</p> Chorus</p> We'll no corn be taking, if to join in oath-making,<br> You sword-swear no work-snare is set for the Crow.<br> I'ts battle we're needing, on flesh and blood feeding,<br> And red-gold to the sword-bold and their kinsmen will flow.</p> In these words was wisdom, they bound themselves in them,<br> A crow-sign or the war-line a token of faith,<br> They armed and took hire, employed sword and fire,<br> Took war-gear, gained word-fear and swept all away.</p> Chorus</p> From that time to this time, as spoken in fair rhyme,<br> Preachain and the crow-band keep the unbroken oath,<br> If you've stomach for warring than heed well my warning<br> To the sword-bold give the war-gold or your flesh to the Crow!</p> There's a Clanne of bold temper, they're wild-eyed and clever,<br> Their war-yell a death-knell for many a foe.<br> The Morrigan's hammer, their song joyful clamor,<br> They're oath-bound for sword-ground to keep a grim oath.</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="c"> <a name="6"> Call of the Crow </p><font size=3> by Teague ap Cynan </b></i></p></p> Chorus<br> The call of the Crow is sacred and strong<br> Reaching o'er mountain and distances long<br> Whoever is willing it leads as in song.<br> Whoever is not gets themselves dragged along</p> I heard the call in the bright light of day<br> In the heat of battle my foes at bay<br> It guided my sword and led me to slay<br> It led me to life and victory that day.</p> Chorus</p> I heard the call in the softness of night<br> As my mind was standing at dreams twilight<br> It came without dread. It came without fright<br> And fast took my soul without any fight</p> Chorus</p> Now I've answered the call among kindred friends.<br> I send you my song for so my heart bends<br> And though far away my spirit still sends<br> Blessings to Preachain upon the four winds.</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="7"> Celtic Ring of Fire </p><font size=3> by <i>"Those Wacky Dahlradians"</i><br> filk: Ring of Fire, <i>tune originally recorded by</i> Johnny Cash </b></i></p></p> When Caesar came to Albion<br> He vowed to conquer all he saw.<br> We drove old Caesar form our shore<br> The legions muttered, "Nevermore!"</p> Chorus<br> He fell down into a Celtic ring of fire<br> He went down, down, down, but the flames leapt higher!<br> And he burned, burned burned, that Roman tyrant,<br> That Roman tyrant!</p> A Roman in a wickerman<br> Scrams like only Romans can<br> We danced around his funeral pyre<br> We gave him to the God of Fire!</p> Chorus</p> When smashing down the walls of Rome<br> Brennus drove his lesson home!<br> "Woe to the vanquished" was his word!<br> Upon the scales, he threw his sword.</p> Chorus</p> When Boudicca did lead the clannes<br> They slaughtered Romans in the glens<br> She chose to die upon her feet<br> Than live like Romans on their knees!</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="8"> Chain of Slaves </p><font size=3> by Aes<br> filk: <i>Chain of Fools</i> by D. Conway <i>(as recorded by Aretha Franklin)</i> </b></i></p></p> Chorus<br> Chain chain chain,<br> Chain chain chain<br> Chain chain chai-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-ayn, yeah<br> Chain of slaves.</p> For five long years<br> You been raiding my land<br> You stole my cattle<br> And you threatened my Clanne</p> I'm gonna put you in my tin mine<br> Make you my slave<br> For you have no honor, <br> No, you are not brave</p> Chorus</p> (Bridge)<br> (Ooo, ooo) Well, I told you to come alone<br> (Ooo, ooo)But you brought warriors from your hold<br> (Ooo, ooo)I slew them all in my rage, but you I left alone<br> You're my slave now</p> Chorus</p> Well one of these days<br> That chain is gonna break<br> That will be the day I<br> Sacrifice you to the lake</p> Chorus<br> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="9"> Closer to Eleven </p><font size=3> by Rael filk: <i>Closer to Fine</i> by the Indigo Girls </b></i></p></p> We traveled to the Spice Wars of Atlantia<br> With many bottles of good brew and the food that we love best<br> The Acorn said the party would be a big one<br> So we set out to get shit-faced and have much fun<br> This was war practice after all<br> Yeah...right.</p> Into our camp came good friends from Dalhradia<br> With good songs and good cheer within their hearts<br> Then suddenly the trees parted before us<br> There stood an anal retentive who proceeded to bore us<br> He was Atlantian, after all</p> Chorus<br> We started at our camp<br> And moved on to their camp<br> But everywhere we tried it<br> The fops got so excited<br> And the more I think about it an look back in time <br> I wish I'd splintered all their spines<br> And I must keep and eye on the time<br> The closer it gets to eleven, oh----------<br> The closer it gets to eleven, oh----------</p> I need to seek out Steelye of Dalhradia<br> And bring to Dr. Love my tales of woe<br> Each morning when he wakes up<br> (Rael says) I have a real huge boner<br> It sticks out of our tent flap<br> And tends to knock thing over<br> I've spent long years trying hard to tie it down<br> But no chain can stand the strain</p> Chorus</p> Well I stumbled by the fire at three a.m.<br> To seek solace in the woad bowl and dance naked with some friends<br> I woke up to the sound of some butthead with a kazoo<br> Playing with a pistol because his penis had been removed<br> Limp sheep-sticking buttery-butt fop</p> Chorus</p> The Autocrat and Seneschal soon joined us<br> To fill their horns and party by our sides<br> Just shows you that there are a few exceptions<br> To the other Atlantians with lubricated rectums<br> Limp sheep-sticking buttery-butt fop</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="10"> Concussare Anthem </p><font size=3> By Steelye<br> Filk: You Betcha </b></i></p></p> Chorus<br> We are the Celt-Iberiena Concussare<br> You'll hear our wings of death from afar<br> Feel the icy fingers close around your heart<br> Here we are...Concussare!</p> And when we meet the foemen on the field<br> You'll find the Concussare never yield <br> Bringing death with every weapon that we wield<br> Arrow spear, sword and shield</p> Chorus</p> And when the foeman gets in a good shot<br> The Concussare never says he did not<br> Honor is the most important thing we've got<br> Life or death matter not</p> Chorus</p> When you see the Concussare appear<br> You'll learn a new meaning for the word fear<br> Take unto your heel if you hold your life dear<br> Or be known from the rear</p> Chorus</p> And when the fighting's over, day is done<br> The Concussare Party second to none<br> Men and women drink and fuck until the dawn<br> Concussare! Concussare!</p> Chorus</p> We are the <b><i>ROMPIN', STOMPIN' </i></b>Concussare<br> There's some debate over which sex we are<br> None can match the lust and fury in our hearts<br> Here we are Concussare!</p> Chorus<br> <i>(repeat ad nauseam)</i></p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="d"> <a name="11"> Destination Isle of Mann </p><font size=3> by Lyra<br> filk: <i>Destination Anywhere</i> by <i>The Commitments</i> </b></i></p></p> Said to the man in the pulpit preachin'<br> My goddess takes good care of me<br> He said I didn't say you could choose<br> But either way I would lose, oh...</p> Destination Isle of Mann<br> To make a homeland for my Clanne<br> You see the Christians don't want us around<br> "Cause we won't kneel upon their holy ground</p> He looked at me with my woaded face and hair<br> He said, You're a sinner and you better beware.<br> I said, if you ever loved the land and all her creatures too,<br> Surely Mr. Preacher man, you could love Danu! Oh...</p> Destination Isle of Mann<br> To make a homeland for my Clanne<br> You see the Christians don't want us no more<br> As they have vowed to wage a holy war</p> But if they winwe won't cower in fear<br> We won't go back to darkened yesteryears<br> When we were down upon our knees<br> And not a one of us was free...</p> I looked out from my hillfort in the rain<br> I thought I heard the goddess call my name<br> But it was just the preacher sayin' <br> My lord is gonna make you pay<br> Oh...</p> Destination Isle of Mann<br> To make a homeland for my Clanne<br> You see the preacher may have won this time<br> But someday we will spill his blood like wine</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="12"> Do It Right </p><font size=3> by Lyra and Rael<br> filk: <i>Treat her Right</i> by Roy Head </b></i></p></p> I'm gonna tell you a story<br> Every Celt oughta know<br> If you wanna kill fops<br> You gotta do it real slow<br> You'll make 'em suffer tonight<br> If you just do it right</p> If you wanna sever heads<br> And you wanna crush skulls<br> You can do it with a pole-arm<br> Or an arrow and a bow<br> You'll take heads every night<br> If you just do it right</p> If you practice my method<br> Just as hard as you can<br> We're gonna get a reputation as a killin' clanne<br> Lager and Blood every night<br> 'Cause we're doin' it right</p> Now you got a mess of heads<br> And they're spitted on some pikes <br> You gotta fill your horn with lager<br> And stand beside the firelight<br> And raise a toast up hight<br> 'Cause the fops gotta die</p> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> Hey, hey, hey, hey...Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="13"> Dying Celt </p><font size=3> by Rael </b></i></p></p> As it comes to pass my life-blood's failing<br> A slumbering sun a wave is reflecting<br> I can smile.</p> Breath in the power from every surrounding<br> Look to the forest to help in reminding<br> It's all here now.</p> The fighting is over, the battle is won<br> Sweetness of glory and bitter of blood<br> I tasted now.</p> Even the pain fits in the puzzle<br> Why should I add to meaningless struggle?<br> I fought well.</p> It's time to return what I took from the earth,<br> Give back what was borrows the day of my birth <br> A glimpse of the sun with my last full breath<br> What more could one ask of the moment of death?</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="e"> <a name="14"> Earth Song </p><font size=3> by Rael and Lyra </b></i></p></p> In the whole of your lifetime there will never be<br> A sight as sweet as sunshine on a calming sea<br> The thunder of a waterfall<br> The lonely aching of a dying white wolf's call<br> She lies bleeding while we sit feeding on her naked wounded skin<br> And yet she's still alive.</p> Please tell us, Mother Earth how can we rescue you?<br> Is there an ounce of wisdom in your morning dew?<br> A potion in your smoldering fires<br> A phoenix in your dying pyres?<br> We are only lost and lonely, blind to our plight so dire.<br> Please tell us, will we survive?</p> Oh, come all ye faithful, gather round the wood<br> We'll watch the spirits dance. I wish we only could<br> Feel the flying falcon's soul<br> Understand the breathing land and take its fold.<br> Known the end of our agenda<br> Can only be our demise.<br> Please help us to stay alive.</p> The moon is waking. I can feel her in my breath.<br> She climbs the twilight sky and greets the daylight's death.<br> She understand s the dolphin's cry<br> She takes Orion's hand and settles in the sky.<br> Ooo La Luna, stop weeping for our gloom<br> Your tears won't quench the fire<br> It's upon us that we must die</p> I wake from dreaming of you bleeding acid rain<br> I look beyond my coffin seeing just the same<br> I breathe the foul and deadly air<br> It's not my problem now why should I even care<br> You are dying while all the time we're lying<br> We've built our final fire<br> It's come time for us to die.</p> Mother breath lightly while you children settle down<br> It's not so long ago we burned you to the ground.<br> Open your arms and take us in<br> Bestow upon us life and breath and cleanse our sins.<br> Once a lifetime our civilization has a lifeline<br> You put your finger on the end<br> And give us time to be alive.</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="28"> <a name="f"> The Favor </p><font size=3> by Ceara ni Neill <br> filk: Rossann nel coir <i>(recorded by Scartaglen)</i> </b></i></p></p> Ireland's sun is shining today<br> But my heart does not bask in it's rays<br> For my lover has gone off to battle<br> And he carried the favor of fair Faye.</p> Promised he me never to leave, <br> But to steal his heart Faye did achieve<br> Now he leaves me, alone, to my own fate<br> Since for her my love he did betray.</p> Come they, come they, suitors aplenty; <br> I send, I send them away<br> For my lover, he's gone into battle,<br> Though he carried the favor of fair Faye.</p> Ireland's sun is shining today, <br> But my heart does not bask in its rays.<br> For my brothers have gone into battle<br> For to gain my honor thrown away.</p> And I went to the battlefield today<br> And from his belt, pulled the favor of fair Faye.</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="15"> Fop Hunt </p><font size=3> by Lyra and Rael<br> filk: Moondance by Van Morrison </b></i></p></p> It's a marvelous night for a fop hunt<br> All their lace in the moonlight will glow.<br> A fantabulous night to make fops run <br> Through the barbed wire fences so low.</p> And all their blood will be flowin' <br> When I sever their heads!<br> You know they won't be goin' <br> 'Cause they'll be dead...oh, so dead!</p> Chorus<br> Can we just have one more fop hunt, Danu, tonight?<br> Can we just make some more fops run, Danu, tonight?</p> Well I wanna take heads with you tonight,<br> I can't wait for the mornin' to come.<br> And I know if I hold my spear just right,<br> Then straight into the point fops will run.</p> And all their spleens will be ruptured <br> And their entrails will flow<br> I'll slash their femoral arteries<br> Then they'll run really slow!</p> Chorus</p> Well I'm walkin' around with a fop's head<br> With his testicles shoved up his nose<br> And I know I'll complete my collection <br> With the rest of our buttery-butt foes</p> And every time I kill one <br> I just tremble and shake<br> You know it feels so good <br> To put their head on a stake!</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="i"> <a name="16"> I'm a Wild Celt </p><font size=3> by Rael and Lyra<br> filk: <i>Lumberjack Song</i> by Monty Python </b></i></p></p> Chorus<br> I'm a wild Celt and I'm okay<br> I drink all night and I sleep all day<br> (He's a wild Celt and he's okay<br> He drinks all night and he sleeps all day)</p> I take lots of heads<br> I eat good food<br> I burn down Roman towns<br> In the morning I drink coffee<br> And try to avoid loud sounds</p> I'm a wild Celt and I'm okay<br> I drink all night and I sleep all day<br> (In the morning he drinks coffee<br> And tries to avoid loud sounds)</p> I kill my foes<br> And take their stuff<br> I plunder my neighbor's land<br> I wish I had a posey<br> To carry in my hand</p> I'm a wild Celt and I'm okay<br> I drink all night and I sleep all day<br> (He wished he had a posey<br> To carry in his hand)</p> I like white lace<br> And stocking too<br> I wish I had long nails<br> I like to wear soft colors<br> Perhaps with a matching veil</p> I'm a wild Celt and I'm okay<br> I drink all night and I sleep all day<br> (He likes to wear soft colors<br> Perhaps with a matching veil)</p> (kill him at any point hereafter) </p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="k"> <a name="17"> Knockin' On Atlantian Heads </p><font size=3> by Rael<br> filk: <i>Knockin' on Heaven's Door</i> by Bob Dylan </b></i></p></p> <i>A tune told to us by an Atlantian piss-boy enslaved by Clanne Preachain and tortured into revealing his countrymen's song.</i></p></p> Phalen take your broad sword off of me<br> My ears are bleeding and I can't see<br> My ribs are bruised, my legs are gone<br> I'm out of ice, my beer is warm</p> Chorus<br> Knock knock knockin' on Atlantian heads<br> Knock knock knockin' on Atlantian heads<br> Knock knock knockin' on Atlantian heads<br> Preachain's out knockin' on Atlantian heads</p> Cellagh at the point, the hammer thrown<br> Our line of Atlantians weep and moan<br> Murder on the wing cast a shadow of dread<br> They'll need an accountant to tally the dead</p> Chorus</p> Preachain approaches our wall of shields<br> We will feed the crow this day<br> We brace our line and prepare to die<br> Peradur's grin makes grown men cry</p> Chorus</p> Maddog and the Dillo's cut through our lines<br> Taking heads and snapping spines<br> Goldmun's arms are two blurs of death<br> Rael kills many with his bad breath</p> Chorus</p> The fighting's over the day is done<br> All my warriors have got the runs<br> We trudge away from the field in shame<br> Preachain's so great and we're so lame</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="18"> <a name="l"> Lager and Blood </p><font size=3> by Teague ap Cynan </b></i></p></p> There lives a Clanne whose people are true, <br> Their hearts are Celtic and strong<br> With honor as fierce as the woad is blue<br> Preachain is the sould of my song</p> Chorus<br> Lager and Blood is the call, my friends<br> Lager and Blood for the clanne<br> Lager and Blood for the spirit within<br> Lager and Blood for Preachain</p> Chorus</p> (Only Aes sings this part!)<br> A leader whose wits could match any man<br> A vessel for spirit and might<br> A woman called Aes with justice and hand<br> The opal that burns with inner light</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="n"> <a name="19"> Nationwide </p><font size=3> By Aes..."No apologies, it had to be done."<br> Filk: <i>Nationwide</i> by <i>ZZ Top</i> </b></i></p></p> Chasin' Romans down the road in my sleek chariot<br> We're cuttin' down their legs and stabbin' 'em in the gut<br> Kigva's got the reins, Peredur's got the axe<br> We're taking Roman heads leavin' their bodies in the track<br> 'Cuz we're bad, we're nationwide.<br> Yeah, we're bad, Clanne Preachain.</p> Wheeling left and right the murder sweeps the field<br> Our warriors are bold many weapons do they yield<br> Phalen's got his glave, Ros has got a spear<br> Stalicho is nashin' , Finn is grinnin' ear to ear<br> 'Cuz we're bad, we're nationwide.<br> Yeah, we're bad, bad, bad, Clanne Preachain.</p> The winds of the Crow spread from sea to sea<br> We live through Danu's blessing, happy as can be<br> May Lugh bless you if you praise our name,<br> But we'll send you to Morrigan if you bring us shame.<br> 'Cuz we're bad, we're nationwide.<br> Yeah, we're bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, Clanne Preachain.</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="o"> <a name="20"> Of The Bog </p><font size=3> by Kigva and Lyra<br> filk: Prince of Darkness by The Indigo Girls </b></i></p></p> I don't know when I noticed fops were fops and really dense<br> While the Romans in the war lined up like prisoners on a fence<br> My greatest hope my greatest cause to fear<br> Was when Danu's Dancers slayed all the warriors far and near<br> The cries of Romans were like music to my ears<br> I couldn't help but laugh and drink beer!<br> I was half the naked distance between camp and the swimming hole<br> And it made my head so clear, oh...</p> Chorus<br> Someone's in the Long Hall, desperate in his pain<br> Someone's by the fire pit, now, tending to the flame<br> Someone's got her sword in some fop who'd being a real bore<br> No one can convince me we aren't the best at Pennsic War...<br> And we tried to make this place our place<br> We asked for Danu to smile down on us when we're shit-faced<br> But I tell you...<br> Our place is of the Bog and<br> This place is of the flats<br> I do not fear the Romans, I do not fear the fops, yeah<br> Our place is of the Bog and <br> This place is of the flats<br> I do not fear the Romans, I do not fear the fops, yeah...</p> Maybe there's no haven in the world for a wild Celt<br> But a head on my sword no that's the best I've ever felt<br> The Romans fought like feeble children, tugging at my sleeve<br> I said I'll take your head and I will make you bleed<br> There was a time that I asked Aes for a good beer<br> She gave me a cask full of stout<br> And when I needed my clannesmen and I called them <br> Lager and Blood rang out, oh...</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="p"> <a name="21"> Painted Up in Blue </p><font size=3> By Maddog and Goldmun<br> Filk: Tangled up in Blue by Bob Dylan </b></i></p></p> We invoked the Morrigan on the field at Pennsic 22<br> The day we spread the carnage wide, the day our word-fame grew<br> For what we'd done on the field that day<br> They'd sing about that night<br> All the enemies we didn't engage<br> We're glad they didn't have to fight<br> Those wild-eyed Celts from the Clanne of the Crow<br> And the Armadillo's too<br> And all the others that joined in our band<br> With a Pictish point of view<br> We're all painted up in blue</p> We collected several severed heads, some we didn't wanna take<br> We cut off all he fops with a butter knife<br> Then we threw 'em in the lake<br> We see the Saxon in the shade<br> The amber merchant with the sweet child-bride<br> Man he's really got it made<br> As we headed back we realized there's one thing left to do<br> We gotta stop by the Meridian camp and say howdy to Stonehue<br> Then get painted up in blue</p> Meanwhile backdown at the bog<br> They were liftn' them a cup or two<br> "Keep the lightweights out" said Aes with a shout <br> If it looks like they're gonna spew!"<br> And do a tune or two on a bodhran<br> And once again Sean and Atrig stood guard<br> To keep the Tuchux off of our lawn<br> With such goin's on it wasn't long<br> 'Til the men knew what they must do<br> They shed their pants and did the manly dance<br> And sang praises to Danu<br> Painted up in Blue!</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="22"> Preachain </p><font size=3> (unfinished) by Rael and Lyra filk: Cocaine by Erick Clapton </b></i></p></p> When the battle is done<br> Come to the camp that's fun<br> Preachain</p> When everywhere else is rot<br> Come to the camp that's not<br> Preachain</p> We're so fine, we're so fine, we're so fine<br> Preachain</p> When you wanna get blue<br> You know what to do<br> Preachain</p> Just take off your clothes<br> Get woaded down to your toes<br> Preachain</p> We're so blue, we're so blue, we're so blue<br> Preachain</p> When it's a buzz that you needin' <br> Go find Keogan and Eogan<br> Preachain</p> If you're in need of a beer<br> Then have no fear<br> Preachain</p> We're so fine, we're so fine, we're so fine<br> Preachain</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="23"> Preachain Song </p><font size=3> by Ceara ni Neill </b></i></p></p> We live in a world that is vile and wrong<br> We look to each other to keep ourselves strong<br> With respect to our culture we recreate the days<br> And the best we know how practice all the ancient ways.</p> The sky smiles above us to the earth beneath our feet<br> On occasion if you listen, the winds laugh maniacally<br> But the trees wave them quiet and the brook bubbles them still<br> And the gods invite s out to play, to frolic at will.</p> Chorus</p> Preachain, Preachain, let us all gather 'round<br> And drive our enemies into the ground<br> The goddess is with us and we fight as one<br> We belong to the Earth, the Sea, and the Sun.</p> Some spend their live struggling to keep up the pace<br> With society's downfall and technology's mace<br> But we as a Clanne seek a higher, deeper call<br> For it's our own inner child that will save us all.</p> Chorus</p> As children of the Crow we will never grow old<br> Our hearts are wild and free<br> And ne'er will we live as slaves to mundanes, <br> We belong to the earth, fire sky, and the sea!</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="r"> <a name="24"> The Ritual of Lughnasadh </p><font size=3> by Ceara ni Neill </b></i></p></p> T'was summer, Pennsic XXIV<br> A season close to heart<br> My soul I'd thought lost to hardship and strife<br> And then the ritual began.</p> A seed deep within me I'd found long ago<br> But had feared of its power and not let it grow<br> For I had emotions I could not let show<br> And then the Circle began.</p> The cauldron of water stood still as a mirror<br> To receive the image of the Moon. <br> Sure She rose o'er the hill to spill out her light<br> And touch me, like a spell.</p> Barely conscious was I of activities at hand: <br> The Smudging, the Calling of the Corners; <br> And I shook from inside, feeling the presence<br> Of the gods, gathered with us to stand.</p> One by one, we advanced to kneel<br> And reverence the Moon in the cauldron. <br> I pulled a pebble from the pot,<br> Cold, clear water on my hand, to feel.</p> The grain we threw to the wind so gentle <br> And drank of the mead so sweet<br> When the end of the ritual was announced <br> I found myself sitting, slightly weak.</p> The Powers I'd felt were great and strong<br> Yet soft and gentle and kind<br> And I rose with a sense of renewed inner strength <br> Prepared for a journey long.</p> The presence of the gods that night<br> Induced direction in or lives.<br> Aye, hardship and strife, though perhaps more to come<br> Are passed by, with contented life.</p> T'was summer, Pennsic XXIV<br> A season close to heart. <br> Lughnasadh was the ritual<br> From which my renewed life began,<br> From which my renewed life began.</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="s"> <a name="25"> Sally MacLennane </p><font size=3> By Shane MacGowan </b></i></p></p> Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born<br> He played it from the night -time to the peaceful early morn<br> He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn <br> And they all looked very happy in the morning.</p> Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours<br> Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks <br> When he'd had too many Powers<br> So sad to see the grieving of the people that I'm leaving<br> And he took the road to god-knows in the morning.</p> Chorus<br> We walked him to the station in the rain<br> We kissed him and we put him on the train<br> And we sang him a song of times long gone<br> Though we know that we'd be seeing him again.<br> Faraway! So sad to say I must be on my way<br> So put me beer and whiskey cause I'm goin' far away<br> Faraway! I'd like to think I'd be returning when I can<br> To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane.</p> The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man <br> I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane<br> I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn<br> And ended up a barman in the morning.</p> I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down <br> I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown<br> I hear them say that Jimmy's makin' money far away<br> Some people left for heaven without warning.</p> Chorus</p> When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone <br> He asked me all the details of the train that they went on <br> Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked<br> And took the road for heaven in the morning.</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="26"> Sheela-Na-Preachain </p><font size=3> by Lyra<br> filk: Sheela-Na-Gig by P.J. Harvey </b></i></p></p> I've tried to kill them over and over...</p> Look at these my really long sharp swords<br> Look at these my scars for many wars<br> Look at all the fops we've left for dead and<br> You should see our collectin of heads<br> We're killing fops left and right<br> We take their heads and shout all night<br> We sing...</p> Gonna take that head right offa that fop<br> -Put it on a stake and wave it all around<br> Gonna take that head right offa that fop<br> -Throw it in the air and smash it on the ground<br> Gonna take that head right offa that fop<br> Cut off their balls and throw em' in a stew<br> Gonna take that head right offa that fop<br> Watch out now we're coming for you!</p> We say drink your beer, an empty horn is all we fear<br> We say please take those silly Christians away from here<br> We say drink your beer, an empty horn is all we fear<br> We say please take those silly Christians away from here<br> Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> We are the tastiest!<br> Lager and Blood! Lager and Blood!<br> We are the tastiest!</p> Cut lace off of that foppish head...</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="27"> Stal-la-la-la-la-la-Leo-Hagan </p><font size=3> by Rael and Lyra<br> filk: La Bamba by some dead guy (Richie Valens) </b></i></p></p> Sta-la-la-la-la-la-licho!<br> Sta-la-la-la-la-la-licho and Leo and Hagen<br> Sta-licho Stalicho</p> Leo and Hagen<br> Leo and Hagen <br> Leo and Hagen</p> (repeat ad nauseum)</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="t"> <a name="29"> The Mundane Blues </p><font size=3> by Rael and Lyra </b></i></p></p> It's two weeks 'til Pennsic and I'm scramblin' for some garb<br> I'm checkin' the basemen, the attic and the yard</p> I ain't got no shoes to cover my hairy toes<br> The Bog got my last pair you know how that goes</p> I ain't got no money hiddin' in my cookie jar <br> And the change in my back seat won't go very far </p> The mundane blues</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="w"> <a name="30"> The Woad </p><font size=3> by Rael<br> filk: The Wait by The Band </b></i></p></p> I woke up real early, tried to fill my coffee cup<br> Saw Mistress Rosimund and Roman about to mix it up<br> I said, "hey Rosimund, do you need a helping hand?"<br> She just grinned and took his head<br> "No" was all she said</p> Chorus<br> Kill a bunch of Romans<br> Kill a bunch for me<br> Kill a bunch of Romans<br> And (and, and, and) you put the woad (put the woad) right on me</p> After the battle, I was drinking long and deep<br> Then a bunch of Romans came by and woke me from my sleep<br> I said, "Hey Phalen, can you help a sleep man?<br> Go out and kill as many Romans as you can"</p> Chorus</p> A bunch of Romans followed me and they caught me in the Bog<br> They said, let's call a truce and sat down on some logs<br> I said, "Hey Romans, you know I'm not a peaceful man."<br> So I severed all their heads and said, "fuck yourselves" instead.</p> Chorus<br> I labored into camp into a dozen bags of ice<br> So Aes came up to me and she offered this advice:<br> She said, "find yourself a Roman and make him carry all your shit.<br> And when you're done, throw him on the firepit.</p> Chorus</p> I went up to market for the midnight madness sale <br> I saw a bunch of Romans and commented on the smell<br> I said, "Hey Romans, why don't you take off all your clothes<br> I'll take you down and drown you in the swimming hole.</p> Chorus</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="32"> Warrior of the Celts </p><font size=3> by Steeleye filk: Leader of the Pack </b></i></p></p> <i>Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom...</i><br> "Hey, Aurelia, is that him?"<br> "Yeah!"<br> "Wow, he's not bad, but what's that blue shit all over him?"<br> "That's woad!"</p> ************************************************</p> </p>I saw him standing there, hair and eyes so fair. <br> That's when I fell for<br> The Warrior of the Celts!<br> <i>(Vroom, vroom!)</i></p> He's always dressed in sheepskin and plaid<i> (plaid, plaid)</i><br> Unless he's naked and sky-clad<i> (unless he's naked and sky-clad)</i><br> He's got no guilt or shame<i> (Ooo!)</i><br> He's earned a fighter's fame<i> (Ooo!)</i><br> That's why I love him<br> Warrior of the Celts!<br> <i>(Vroom, vroom!)</i></p> My folks say he's just after our scalps <i>(scalps, scalps)<i><br> They say he came from the wrong side of the Alps<i> (they say he came from the wrong side of the Alps)</i><br> They call my needs immodest <i>(Ooo!)</i><br> But I'm his Triple Goddess <i>(Ooo!)</i><br> That's why I fuck him<br> Warrior of the Celts!<br> <i>(Vroom, vroom!)</i></p></p> The Celts got tired of being put down <i>(down, down)</i><br> That night they attacked and burned down our town<i> (that night they attacked and burned down our town)</i><br> They raped Mom till she bled <i>(Ooo!)</i><br> I helped to chop off Daddy's head <i>(Ooo!)</i><br> And now we both are Warriors of the Celts!<br> <i>(Vroom, vroom!)</i></p> *************************************</p> "Hey, Connor, watch out for that chariot!"<br> <i>Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom...</i><br> (<i>Screeeeech!</i> CRASH!)<br> <i>Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom, doom...</i><br> "Hey, Aurelia, is that Connor's kid you got there?"</p> ***************************************</p> His head's up on a stake!<br> We use his brainbowl for cornflakes!<br> I'll never forget you <br> Warrior of the Celts!</p> </td></tr> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> <tr><td colspan=2> <font size=4 color="#110000" LINK="#666666" VLINK="#003366"><b><i> <a name="31"> War Song </p><font size=3> by Lyra </b></i></p></p> There once was a fop who knew very well<br> Not to wander too close to Preachain<br> And yet this he did and he soon found himself<br> With his head on a stake and his balls on a shelf!</p> Chorus<br> Lager and Blood!<br> We cried thought the night<br> With our beer and our woad<br> And our heads from the fight<br> Lager and Blood!<br> Our victorious cry<br> Never a chance that our foes will survive!</p> When Mistress Rosimund raises her cup <br> And bids that the storms go past<br> Be sure that her words are as strong as she sword<br> For the clods, like the enemy, they fell on their ass!</p> Chorus</p> When the mighty Aes she lowers her gaze <br> To the fighting Roman scum<br> He countenance is a sharp as her sword<br> And with their tails 'tween their legs, their legs<br> Those brave Romans did run!</p> Chorus</p> Well silent Maddog, he raises his sword<br> To shield a feeble blow<br> Then hear his attack, it's as loud as the gods<br> As he slaughters the Romans and beheads all the fops!</p> Chorus</p> Now Peradur is a talented cook<br> Ad he feeds his clannesmen well<br> But in battle we know he's the master of chefs <br> For he carves up the enemy and he stews them in hell!</p> Chorus</p> When Stiletto and Leo and Hagan to charge<br> To spill some Atlantian blood<br> Not a king or a knight or a squire stood at last <br> For the Armadillos they kick royal ass!</p> Chorus</p> Well fine young Drac is a pussycat<br> When in female company<br> But in armor this charmer is a terror at war <br> As he gores the warriors terrified by his roar!</p> Chorus</p> Well Phalen and Cellagh are both brawny and built<br> To withstand any enemy<br> So know then when they go then to battle our foes<br> The carnage they leave will be a feast for the crows!</p> Chorus</p> Now Connal and Feachra make a fearsome duet<br> When they charge with a battle cry<br> So beware their attack when their minds are set <br> For they'll cut off your head and then spit in your eye!</p> Chorus</p> When Rael the conqueror stands to his height<br> He could meet any Tuchux' gaze <br> And watch as he storms to the thick of the fight<br> With a fop squarely sighted in his bloodthirsty gaze!</p> Chorus</p> Now Goldmun and Fionn could both charm any lass<br> With their countenance and grace<br> But see them in their warp spasm<br> And know they would devour anything wearing lace!</p> Chorus</p> When Rea, great warrior, takes to arms on the field<br> To fight for Clanne and kin<br><br> Her ardor and armor are a funeral pall<br> For the mighty warriors all around her that fall!</p> Chorus</p> Otwell, dear Otwell, he makes us all laugh<br> With his whimsy and mirthful wit<br> But his humor goes over his enemies' head<br> When he say, "Hey boys, wanna paint the town red?"</p> Chorus</p> <tr><td width=100% height=50><a href="#top"><img src="top.gif" align="right"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% align="center"><img src="ctbar.gif"></td></tr><tr><td width=100% height=50></td></tr> </td></tr></table> </p></p> <ul> <center> <a href="http://HouseBarra.com">Home</a> | <a href="/PastTimes/">PastTimes on the Web</a> | <a href="/AnS/">Ceara's Arts & 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