Information Songbook

Discussion in 'Stories & Tales' started by Lina, Sep 6, 2010.

  1. Lina Chief

    OOC:
    Since I have, for reasons not entirely understood, started singing in-game, I thought I'd make a thread about the songs and lyrics I use.

    There's no set format or agreed practice for the presentation of songs in-game, so I have started bracketing the song lines with # characters at the start and front of the lines. This is primarily done to single out the song lines from the emotes and chat from the audience, and it was inspired by a suggestion by my miss Yola (I believe a similar approach is used to mark song lines in Closed Captioning)

    Happy singing all!
  2. Lina Chief

    The Strollers' Waltz

    Lyrics
    One day in the Shire I'll never forget
    A band of musicians out playing I met
    They belted out songs and spread joy on their way
    The Songburrow Strollers are playing today
    Sing fall-de-dol doodle-dum fall-de-dol doodle-dum
    Fall-de-dol doodle-dum lidy-I-dee

    I sat down and listened a minute or three
    But soon I felt something itching in me
    My legs said "Oh dear, let us dance if we may"
    "The Songburrow Strollers are playing today"
    Sing fall-de-dol doodle-dum fall-de-dol doodle-dum
    Fall-de-dol doodle-dum lidy-I-dee

    I stood up and shuffled my feet on the ground
    I soon found the rhythm and swayed to the sound
    The players all smiled to me and said "Okay"
    "Us Songburrow Strollers are playing today"
    Sing fall-de-dol doodle-dum fall-de-dol doodle-dum
    Fall-de-dol doodle-dum lidy-I-dee

    They played reels and waltzes and a merry old jig
    The audience grew and it soon got quite big
    At the back we heard shouts, "Get out of our way"
    "The Songburrow Strollers are playing today"
    Sing fall-de-dol doodle-dum fall-de-dol doodle-dum
    Fall-de-dol doodle-dum lidy-I-dee

    Come all merry hobbits and dance to our tune
    We'll play and be jolly here under the moon
    The night is for dancing but so is the day
    The Songburrow Strollers are playing today
    Sing fall-de-dol doodle-dum fall-de-dol doodle-dum
    Fall-de-dol doodle-dum lidy-I-dee


    OOC:

    Music:
    Best sung to "Citadel Hill", which you can listen to here. I use a slightly slower version in-game.

    Comments:
    Citadel Hill is, as far as I know, a Canadian folk song. You'll find the original lyrics to the song by clicking the link above. I kept the chorus and drew inspiration from a couple of the lines, the rest is new.
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  3. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    *Cheers loudly for Lina*

    That is a most excellent song, Miss Lina! Keep up the good work!
  4. Lina Chief

    The Shrewberry Jig

    Lyrics
    Now be careful with your garden to keep all them beasts at bay
    Look for signs of critters building nests of leaves or hay
    Tell your neighbours to look out for rats whenever you're away
    Be prepared or shrews will run amuck and have their way

    Clean up all the litter, rake the lawn and pluck up all the twigs
    And make sure your garden isn't like the home of pigs
    Fill in all the holes that pop up as the shrews all play and dig
    Or you'll have to listen to the Shrewberry jig

    Not the blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, gooseberry
    Elderberry, honeyberry, crowberry or raspberry
    Rowan berry, sloe berry, bilberry or hawthorn berry
    You will have to settle for the Shrewberry jig

    Now them shrews are nasty critters and they're mean and wry and sly
    They will dig into your burrow, straight for all your pie
    They will nibble on your armchair and before your dog says "woof"
    You'll have holes so you can see they sky all through your roof

    Should the critters run you over and destroy your lawn today
    You could call on Lully and she'll chase them all away
    She will bring her tools and spears and sticks and clubs so very big
    And you never have to hear the Shrewberry jig

    Not the blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, gooseberry
    Elderberry, honeyberry, crowberry or raspberry
    Rowan berry, sloe berry, bilberry or hawthorn berry
    You will have to settle for the Shrewberry jig

    OOC

    Music:
    Best sung to "Alexander's Hornpipe", which you can listen to here. This runs way too fast to sing to in-game, so I am trying to find the optimal slowdown (slow enough to sing to, but not so slow it comes across as a molasses-dripping slog)

    Comments:
    A hornpipe is a lively dance which was quite popular in Britain from the mid-1700s and onward. It is said the dance originated sometime in the 1600s as a solo dance for british sailors (apparently a dance performed with crossed arms and much kicking of legs). As far as I know, Alexander's Hornpipe has no lyrics, so this is all original, influenced from in-game roleplaying. The hardest part was to find enough berries to fill the chorus!
  5. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    Another excellent song, Miss Lina! Indeed, you could say it was 'berry' good.... *Chuckles*

    If you are short of berries, don't forget the Mulberry too!
  6. Lully Member

    And if you need more, I would offer Loganberry, Cranberry, Boysenberry and Tayberry, though Juniper Berry has too many syllables and might be difficult to fit in... on the other hand, if you like a challenge *smiles*
  7. Lina Chief

    The Bramblebury Gazette

    Lyrics
    As I went to my postbox one morning so fair
    The postman came running, fresh out of air
    He gave me a paper, then fell to the ground
    Gasped and coughed for a while then he said with resound

    There's a paper out in Bramblebury
    They call it the Gazette
    It's filled to the brim, not with tales that are grim
    But with good solid happy Shire news

    The news quite intrigued me, I soon felt the need
    To pick up the paper, I wanted to read
    News of the weather, if crops still would grow
    Or if crusty old hobbits said we would get snow

    There's a paper out in Bramblebury
    They call it the Gazette
    It's filled to the brim, not with tales that are grim
    But with good solid happy Shire news

    Some fresh juicy gossip of the mayor and thain
    If the upcoming festival will meet with rain
    And news of the bounders, as they make their rounds
    Drinking ales at the inn, and not guarding our bounds

    There's a paper out in Bramblebury
    They call it the Gazette
    It's filled to the brim, not with tales that are grim
    But with good solid happy Shire news

    But the thing that I most of all would like to read
    Is stories of my all-time favourite feed
    You might want your pies, and of course they're okay
    But biscuits are better, they quite make my day

    There's a paper out in Bramblebury
    They call it the Gazette
    Now Yola and Byron will help fill our day
    With nothing but good solid Shire news


    OOC

    Music
    Best sung to "Fiddler's Green", which you can listen to here. Original lyrics are found here.

    Comments
    Written for the launch day of The Bramblebury Gazette. The original song might not be an obvious choice for a happy hobbit tune, given that Fiddler's Green is an imagined legendary afterlife for sailors. Still, the place is supposedly one where the fiddle music never stops, rum and tobacco flows freely and where the dancers never tire, so perhaps it's not too far off anyway?
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  8. Yola Guest

    When Lina said she'd come to the launch party, I was hoping she'd bring her lute and help keep the party going with a few songs or dances.

    But then she totally surprised Byronbrand, me and the other partygoers by presenting this lovely dedicated song.

    Thanks again, Lina, It was a great gesture. The lyrics will be featured in our soon to be added Art's Corner.
  9. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    I wish I was there to here it too! It does sound a wonderful song!

    Miss Lina is going to put me out of business I think! Hehe!

    *Cheers loudly*
  10. Lina Chief

    Due to popular demand...

    Home Sweet Home

    Lyrics
    Whenever we go out of bounds, wherever we may roam
    Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
    A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there
    Which, seek through the world, is not met with elsewhere
    Home, home, sweet home, sweet home
    There's no place like home, oh there's no place like home

    A log on the fire, a pie and an ale
    Smoke drifts from my pipe as the dog wags its tail
    The dwarves have their halls and the men they all roam
    But no other place is as fair as our home
    Home, home, sweet home, sweet home
    There's no place like home, oh there's no place like home

    My home is the Shire, my friends they are all here
    It's lush golden fields are to me ever dear
    I never will leave it, I never will roam
    Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
    Home, home, sweet home, sweet home
    There's no place like home, oh there's no place like home


    OOC

    Music
    "Home Sweet Home" is a popular song of old, adapted from the 1823 opera "Clari, maid of Milan" by John Howard Payne. The melody for the tune was written by Sir Henry Bishop, and you can hear it here. Original lyrics can be read here

    Comments
    Written about a cottage in Long Island, USA, the song is quite famous, as is the "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home" line. I find that sentiment quite hobbity, so it's very much a central part of my own version of the song. I have kept quite a few lines from the original, but tried to adapt it to life in the Shire. What better song for hobbits than one that praises the simple, homely life?
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  11. Lina Chief

    The GOAT song

    Lyrics
    Come all you merry hobbits and listen to my song
    It's all about the Acting Troupe and how they get along
    We're the jolliest band of actors that ever you could find
    We fight and yell all day about who'll get the better lines

    When we meet for rehearsals, Patula scolds us all
    "If you forgot your costumes, how can you play your role?"
    The rest of us will jump around and stumble on our way
    "Where is my dress? Where is my mask? My shirt is gone astray!"

    It's nearing our performance, and nerves begin to fray
    Simbo's eaten just two pies and I shiver and sway
    We fumble all our lines and we plain forget to sleep
    As the curtain rises we just want to run and weep

    Now our work is over, the end of the play is near
    Bowing to the audience, we listen for a cheer
    An actor's life is hard, but it's worth it all, my friend
    If you go out and buy us ale and biscuits in the end


    OOC

    Music
    "The Lumber Camp Song" is a traditional North American folk song. You can hear versions of the song here, along with the original lyrics.

    Comments
    Published in a book called "Ballads and Sea Songs from Newfoundland" in 1933, this is surely a much older tune. Apparently, similar songs pop up all over North-Eastern America, and it's likely of Maine/New Brunswick origin.

    You'll find a few parts of the original lyrics in the two first verses, but the rest is adapted to fit with our acting troupe.
  12. Lina Chief

    Midnight on Stock Road

    Lyrics
    Gather round, all you hobbits, lend an ear, lend an ear
    Gather round, all you hobbits, lend an ear
    If you go down old Stock road, it is time to pay what's owed
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road

    What is right, and what is wrong, by our law, by our law
    What is right, and what is wrong, by our law
    Will not help you on the road, if you meet with the wrong crowd
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road

    Even bounders and shirrifs, famed afar, famed afar
    Even bounders and shirrifs, famed afar
    Will go hide behind a rock, if they're on the road to Stock
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road

    There are brigands in our lands, roving wild, roving wild
    There are brigands in our lands, roving wild
    They will give you quite a shock, if you're on the road to Stock
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road

    If you go down old Stock road, it is time to pay what's owed
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road
    Dangers wait when it is midnight on Stock road


    OOC

    Music
    "Ye Jacobites By Name" is a Scottish folk song hailing from the mid-1700's. The version most people know today was adapted from the original version in 1791, and you can read the lyrics here, while you can listen to a midi file here.

    Comments
    Hailing back to the Jacobite Risings in Scotland (1688-1746), the original confrontational lyrics were rewritten in 1791 to give a more general anti-war message. I kept a few lines ("what is right and what is wrong", "famed afar..."), but changed the rest into a slightly sinister tale from the road to Stock. Given the brigands roving the roads near Old Odo's leaf farm, and not least the ruffian harassing the hobbit couple living across the road from The Golden Perch, it was relatively easy to hint at slightly darker happenings in the Shire.

    The song had been performed by the Songburrow Strollers way before I started thinking about lyrics for it, and I believe Rowana suggested the title, based on the slightly ominous sound of the song. We also play the song way faster than the original midi file, which gives it an urgency that goes nicely with the title and the lyrics.
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  13. Lina Chief

    Songs and Dances From Our Past

    Lyrics
    I wander all across the Shire
    Looking for the tunes of old
    The songs and dances from our past
    I write down every one I'm told

    All of our hamlets have their own songs
    With local stories, tales and names
    But as you travel through our land
    You find the music is the same

    Life goes on and hobbits come and go
    The years they pass and seasons change
    But our music stays the same
    Songs and dances from our past

    A wizened gaffer tends his ale
    His body aches and yearns for rest
    But when I ask him what he hums
    He smiles at me and sings his best

    The songs you whisper to your children
    The ones you sing as work begins
    As day gives way to dusk and darkness
    You sing them loudly at the inns

    A happy tune of Tookland fiddlers
    A bouncy dance that makes hearts race
    A mournful ditty from the Greenfields
    A waltz for young lovers to embrace

    Life goes on and hobbits come and go
    The years they pass and seasons change
    But our music stays the same
    Songs and dances from our past

    They are what bind us all together
    They give us hope when wild things roam
    They ease our life when times are tough
    They tell us of our Home Sweet Home

    So I wander all across the Shire
    I stop and hail you as you pass
    I play you every one I know
    The songs and dances from our past

    OOC

    Music
    Sung to the tune of "Spirit of the Sea" by Blackmore's Night. Hear the song here, read the original lyrics here

    Comments
    Blackmore's Night is a folk-rock band with Richie Blackmore (of Deep Purple fame) and Candice Night. Playing music with a renaissance/medieval feel, they have quite a few tunes which work nicely in a Shire/Middle earth setting. Spirit of the Sea might not seem your average cliched happy hobbit dancing tune, so I more or less threw away all the original lyrics and wrote my own take on it, trying to celebrate hobbit music traditions in general It's a nice tune for a bard to play, not least late at night in the Green Dragon when the ale has flown freely for a while.
  14. Anonymous Guest

    The lass of the dance

    I danced in the Shire when the day was young
    I danced under moon, under stars and the sun
    I came down the hills near the Brandywine
    I danced happy jigs and all was fine

    Dance, dance, wherever you may be
    I am the lass of the dance, said she
    And I lead you all, wherever you may be
    And I lead you all in the dance, said she

    I danced for the dwarves and the elven kin
    They waltzed and swayed and went for a spin
    I danced for hobbits and for lanky men
    They danced with me again and again

    Dance, dance, wherever you may be
    I am the lass of the dance, said she
    And I lead you all, wherever you may be
    And I lead you all in the dance, said she

    I danced on the Friday on the dear old rug
    The lads forgot the ale in their mugs
    We jigged, we waltzed, we hopped up high
    We just stopped once for a slice of pie

    Dance, dance, wherever you may be
    I am the lass of the dance, said she
    And I lead you all, wherever you may be
    And I lead you all in the dance, said she

    I danced in a battle when the world turned black
    It's hard to dance with a goblin on your back
    I danced with pride until he was gone
    Happy hobbit dance, and the dance goes on

    Dance, dance, wherever you may be
    I am the lass of the dance, said she
    And I lead you all, wherever you may be
    And I lead you all in the dance, said she

    Can't stop dancing and I leap up high
    I am the hobbit dance that will never, never die
    I'll dance with you if you'll dance with me
    I am the lass of the dance, said she

    Dance, dance, wherever you may be
    I am the lass of the dance, said she
    And I lead you all, wherever you may be
    And I lead you all in the dance, said she


    I wrote some words for a song and Miss Lina was so kind to find a lovely melody for them. Thank you Miss Lina, this is a lovely 'hobbity' tune...me think.

    *smiles*

    ((OOC. This is indeed an adaptation of The Lord of the Dance Hymn with words written by English songwriter Sydney Carter in 1967. The hymn is widely performed in the United Kingdom. On one occasion its author was informed it had been written in medieval times....but of this we cannot be sure.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwdmqM3pc68

    This version of the hymn on YouTube made me think about Master Simbo's dance classes and Miss Lina's music....so here is from where the idea came :) ))
  15. Lina Chief

    The Grand Biscuit Song

    I sat all alone on a chair in my burrow
    As winds howled outside, I thought it would rain
    The fireplace burned as I drank my tea
    And I knew I would eat a biscuit again

    I leaped up and headed straight for me larder
    It beckoned me near, it called out my name
    Imagine my look as I threw it open
    No biscuits inside, my cheeks burned with shame

    Neither some biscuits nor crumpets nor cookies
    Nothing inside, not even a crumb
    Not even crackers nor scones nor buns
    Nothing and I felt all numb

    Wailing I leapt for the jar on the top shelf
    Where I kept a stash for rainy days
    But sadly it seemed we'd had rotten weather
    'cause empty it was, no biscuits in place

    Neither some biscuits nor crumpets nor cookies
    Nothing inside, not even a crumb
    Not even crackers nor scones nor buns
    Nothing and I felt all numb

    I felt hungry, I sat down in my seat
    But there were no biscuits here I could eat

    Searching my burrow I heard something squeaking
    Along with the tiniest patter of feet
    A mouse sat outside a hole in the wall
    Holding up in its paws two biscuits so sweet

    Wandering over it held up a biscuit
    I sat on the floor and accepted its gift
    Just for a second we looked at each other
    Then ate the biscuits quite swift

    After we finished nibbling our cookies
    I went to the larder and picked up more food
    Cheeses and cherries, pies and more berries
    All things a mouse would find good

    As I came back I was met by a sight
    Something that made me think I had dreamed
    All the floor covered with warm fresh-baked biscuits
    The mouse had been busy all night it seemed

    Warm fresh-baked
    Biscuits and crumpets and cookies and scones and buns
    Warm fresh-baked
    Biscuits and crumpets and cookies and scones and buns
    Warm fresh-baked
    Biscuits and crumpets and cookies and scones and buns


    OOC
    I've long talked about writing a biscuit song, so I finally took the plunge! And what better tune to sing it along to than "Magical World" by Blackmore's night? Original lyrics here, song here
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  16. Bootsy Member

    Farewell to Buckleberry Landing Stage
    River Brandywine, I fare thee well
    I am bound for far off Dol Guldur
    A place I know right well

    So fare thee well, my own true love
    When I return united we will be
    It's not the leaving of Hobbiton that's grieving me
    But my darling when I think of thee

    I'm bound off for far off Dol Guldur
    By the way of stormy Mirkwood
    And I will write you a letter,my love
    When I am homeward bound

    So fare thee well, my own true love
    When I return united we will be
    It's not the leaving of Hobbiton that's grieving me
    But my darling when I think of thee

    I have signed on as Minstrel in a fellowship
    to see if monsters we can tame
    And Hirion is the Captain of it
    He says he will lead us to fame

    So fare thee well, my own true love
    When I return united we will be
    It's not the leaving of Hobbiton that's grieving me
    But my darling when I think of thee

    But my darling when I think of thee


    ((OOC this is sung to Leaving of Liverpool found Here and the original lyrics here

    "Leaving of Liverpool", (Roud 9435), also known as "Fare Thee Well, My Own True Love", is a folk ballad, a popular and wistful song. The song's narrator laments his long sailing trip to America and the thought of leaving his birthplace and loved ones (especially his "own true love"). Liverpool was the natural point of embarkation because it had the necessary shipping lines and a choice of destinations and infrastructure, including special emigration trains directly to The Prince's Landing Stage (which is mentioned in the song's first line).

    It was collected as a sailor's song, but noted only twice: from the Americans Richard Maitland and Captain Patrick Tayluer. Maitland learned it from a Liverpool man on board the General Knox around 1885.[1] It was collected from him by Bill Doerflinger, an American folk-song collector particularly associated with sea-songs, in New York. (wikipedia)
  17. Bootsy Member

    Oh, list to the tale of a poor Hobbit harper
    And scorn not the strings in her old withered hand
    But remember these fingers could once move more sharper
    To waken the echoes of her dear native land

    How I long for to muse on the days of my childhood
    Though four score and three years have fled by since then
    Still it gives sweet reflections, as every young joy should
    That merry-hearted Lasses make the best old Women

    At the Green dragon I'd play my favourite songs
    And trip through the jigs, my feet would not tire.
    All the handsome lads from the village, the valley
    Loved the bold Bootsy, the bard of The Shire

    And when sergeant Death's cold arms shall embrace me
    Oh lull me to sleep with a tune by the fire
    By the side of the river, my own love, then place me
    And forget about Bootsy, the bard of The Shire

    At the Green dragon I'd play my favourite songs
    And trip through the jigs, my feet would not tire
    All the handsome lads from the village, the valley
    Loved the bold Bootsy, the bard of The Shire

    And when sergeant Death's cold arms shall embrace me
    Oh lull me to sleep with a tune by the fire
    By the side of the river, my own love, then place me
    And forget about Bootsy, the bard of The Shire

    And forget about Bootsy, the bard of The Shire


    ((OOC - I wrote this just before I left Lotro, it was fitting to bow out in this way...at least it was to me *grin*

    The tune it fits with is The Bard of Armagh the tune can be found Here and the lyrics can be found Here
  18. Lina Chief

    Green Dragon Night

    Green Dragon night
    It's home to our common memories
    It's our own little place in time
    Life in here is fine

    Through the years
    With poems and songs and riddles
    It brings laughter, joy and smiles
    As we drink away our whiles

    So many stories, so many memories
    So much we all have shared
    New friends have come here and old friends have left us
    But the Dragon will always be here

    In the Shire
    There'll never be another
    Though the Plough and the Perch is fine
    Friday is Dragon time

    So many stories, so many memories
    So much we all have shared
    New friends have come here and old friends have left us
    But the Dragon will always be here

    The rug is worn down
    By dancing and hopping hobbits
    Raise your glass just this one more time
    Have a sip of wine

    Green Dragon night
    It's home to our common memories
    And as time ever passes on
    We've only just begun


    OOC:

    Best sung to "Be mine tonight" of Blackmore's Night
  19. Lina Chief

    Green Dragon Anniversary Song

    Oh I have traveled across the Shire
    To visit all our lovely inns
    But there is none quite like the Dragon
    It's here I meet my friends and kin

    Green Dragon night, down by the Water
    The party's on, that much is true
    No finer inn within the Shire
    Come raise your mug to friends old and new

    I buy myself a glass of brandy
    It warms me up, it makes me glad
    I listen well to news and gossip
    While smiling sweet at a handsome lad

    There's song and dancing nearby the fire
    A lively tune and clapping hands
    The lads stand by as lasses waltz around
    Spurred on by all our greatest bands

    Green Dragon night, down by the Water
    The party's on, that much is true
    No finer inn within the Shire
    Come raise your mug to friends old and new

    This Friday night, we meet to celebrate
    Green Dragon night is three years old
    So raise your glass and join our promise
    We'll still be here for years untold

    Green Dragon Friday, here down by the Water
    The party's on, that much is true
    No finer inn within the Shire
    Come raise your mug to friends old and new
    Come raise your mug to friends old and new


    OOC:

    Best sung to the folk song "Peggy Gordon"
  20. Osterby Recruit

    'nods, a broad smile on his contented face'

    Its lovely to read the lyrics Lina, 'Yeay' to ya songs and amazing voice... 'Bravo!!'

    Osterby

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