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Dragon's Breath
04:02
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Fine Lords and Ladies – Nobles all \
Pray cease thy revels bold
And join my thoughts as we recall
The herald knights of old
When chivalry and champion
Were words to guide one’s path
And challenges meant Life or Death
And blades expressed one’s wrath
For one brave knight the path was clear
That he must face alone
A dragon feared the kingdom wide
Whose breath could melt a stone
For in its lair the dragon waits
For one who dares to seek
The treasured taste of victory
For not the mild or weak
So now, my friend, take up thy cup
And to thy soul be brave
For there be dragons here this day
Whose treasures many crave
Come face ye now this dragon bold
And taste its treasured brew
And revel in this conquest told
Of spirit brave and true
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I’m a travelling man that’s for certain.
Some folk think that drinking’s me job.
But I need a small ale just to tell a tall tale,
For which people might pay a few bob.
I’ve travelled all over this country;
I’ve drunk in the east and the west,
But from Lands End to Wick I could march double quick,
For the pubs in Yorkshire are best
Chorus
So, here’s to the grand pubs of Yorkshire:
The White Bear, The Star and the Plough,
The Admiral Ben, and The Parson’s Revenge,
How I wish I was drinking there now.
Of London I’ve not much to tell thee
But Devon’s got cream cheese and tea.
And Kent has its meads but it’s better in Leeds,
Where John Tetley’s the brewer for me.
In Birmingham town I got stranded;
That’s down in The Midlands you know,
Where the beer is all flat, I could never drink that
And the barmaids are all bloody stoned.
Chorus
I once met a chap named McEwan
And for the beer which he brews we are glad,
But the secrets he knew, for the beer that he brews,
He stole from an old Yorkshire lad.
Well, I once knew a chap, went to Ireland
Where the beer is so dark that it’s black,
Well, the whisky is fine, and the girls they’re divine,
So, I don’t think that he’s coming back.
Chorus:- starts: To drink in the grand pubs...etc.
Now I know what you people are thinking,
That to leave such a heaven I’m mad,
But when I left my home and decided to roam,
I didn’t know beer could be bad.
I’ve travelled all over this country;
I’ve drunk in the east and the west,
From Lands End to Wick I’ve marched double quick,
But the pubs in Yorkshire are best
Final chorus:
So, here’s to the grand pubs of Yorkshire:
The White Bear, The Star and the Plough,
The Admiral Ben, The Parson’s Revenge,
How I wish I was drinking there now,
Yes I wish I was drinking there now.
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Once I met a pirate a sailor proud and free
He told me stories of just how glorious pirates’ lives could be
So I signed aboard his pirate crew and sailed away to sea
Where I learned a pirate’s life is not the life for me
The morning when I first awoke he handed me a mop
He ordered me to swab the deck all day I couldn’t stop
Well I never heard a pirate was supposed to clean the floor
So I don't think I wanna be a pirate anymore
No I don't really wanna be a pirate anymore
I thought it was the life for me but now I'm not so sure
So turn your ship around me boys but leave me on the shore
Cause I don't really wanna be a pirate any more
I thought I'd find adventure in a foreign port of call
But soon we hit the doldrums and we didn't move at all
So pump me boys and roll me boys the bosun he did shout
If that's the life of piracy then you can count me out
But then at last the day came when they handed me a gun
They taught me how to use a sword play fighting was such fun
But when we attacked a merchant ship play fighting turned to war
And I don't think I wanna be a pirate anymore
Chorus. No I don't...
We paid an awful price in blood to win our merchant prize
The next port was unfriendly, oh what a grim surprise
By hangman's nose or battle, nearly half the crew were dead
But I stole away so here I'll play for a pint or two instead
So all you would be pirates a warning take by me
If your thinking of adventure don't waste your life at sea
For a short drop and a sudden stop are all that lie in store
For anyone who wants to be a pirate anymore
Chorus. So I don't…
Final... No I don't really wanna be a pirate anymore
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I'm a Rover
02:28
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Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a star to be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of me only love
I went up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone
I rapped on her bedroom window
My darling dear, do you lie alone?
I'm a rover, seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company
She raised her head up from her feather pillow
Raised her arms up around her breast
Saying who's at me bedroom window, disturbing me at me long night's rest?
It's only me, your own true lover, open the door and please let me in
For I have come on a long night's journey
I am near drenched to the skin
I'm a rover, seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company
She opened the door with the greatest pleasure
Opened the door and she let me in
We both shook hands; embraced each other
'Til the morning we lay as one
Well now, my love, I must go and leave you
Though the mountains be high above
I will climb them with greater pleasure
That I have been with me only love
I'm a rover, seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree
And when I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company
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5. |
Wee Be Souldiers Three
03:36
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And we be soldiers three
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
And we be soldiers three
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
Here, good fellow, I'll sing you a song,
Sing for the brave and sing for the strong,
For all those living and all who have gone,
With never a penny of money.
And we be soldiers three
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
You Good Lady, I'll sing for thee
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
For all good ladies wherever they be
With never a penny of money.
And we be soldiers three
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
And you who will not pledge me this
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Pays for the shot whatever it is
With never a penny of money.
And we be soldiers three
Pardonne-moi, je vous en prie
Lately come forth of the low country
With never a penny of money.
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Johnny Strum Braddock Heights, Maryland
Out from years past steps a minstrel by the name of Johnny Strum. An engaging character who can be seen rousing the crowd in a pub, delivering a lovely serenade to a couple, or bringing delight to little ones, he is one man fit for many occasions. His character can be found wandering through Renaissance Faires, Colonial towns, and even an EDM festival. ... more
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