11oer TABLE OF CONTENTS 1. Lift Up Your Shield 2. The Coronation of Conn and Cadfael 3. If I Was an Apple Red 4. A Thousand Years 5. Ivar's Merry Men 6. Viking Yule 7. Where Go the Maids 8. The Helmsman 9. I Cannot Go To War Today 10. In Calontir We Rust 11. The Fairy -Lover 12. The Tain 13. For Crown and For Kingdom 14. The Roses 15. Have You Seen The Army? 16. Gather Ye Pipers 17. The Galloglass from Calontir 18. Duke of the Northmarch r 1 LIFT UP YOUR SHIELD by Lord Mathurin Kerbusso (CHORUS) Lift up your shield my bro-ther, Lift up your sword my friend! For II if you love your free - dom dear - ly, We must go to war a - gain. l&Z l J:DUJt:tnl J n'-'PIR I] I (VERSE 1) Charles the Bald is com -ing hi -ther, He brings with him ten thousand men! And 2. Brit - tan - y has out-lived Cae-sar, Brit - tan - y out- last- ed Rome, And 3. Sax - ons drove us from one homeland, Norse-men came to steal and burn! If if he has his way, my brother, We will serve a Frank - ish king! if She is to out - live Charles We must march with No - me - noel Charles the sec-ond wants our country, He must pay in blood and bone! 2 THE CORONATION OF CONN AND CAEDFAEL llb(J J 1J J 1J J j I J J J j dd1MC!g"hn Sir Conn Mac-Neill, the sil-ver tongued, Be - came our King this day. He'll lead us to Es-trel-la War This M· fJ J ) wIi JJ] i ; J ~I an w I win-ter, come what may. And love - ly la - dy Caed - fael's now the Queen of Cal - on - tir. Her gen - tie smile is our com - mand; We've no - thing more · to fearl U· E stfJJ1£In UJ If~ JJ pifJ I (REFRAIN) Raise up your glas - ses and toast the Ca - Ion Crownl We'll get nae more beer in this hall Till we drink the last one downl Raise up your glas-ses and join the Ju - bi - leel 'Tis II thir - sty work to crown a King and Queen, so drink with mel 2. A tall, straight pine our King will be 3. A vision is our lovely Queen; Through Winter's cold career. All challengers have fled! A yellow rosebush is our Queen A vision, too, our mighty King; To brighten Winter's drear. The Crown fits well his head. No foe would dare approach us while A vision is our Populace, The Crowns are on these Heads. And now that that is said; Conn Rex would mesmerize 'em while A vision sweeter it will be Queen Caedfael shot 'em dead! To broach the next hogshead! (REFRAIN) (REFRAIN) r 3 IF I WAS AN APPLE RED by Lord Mathurin Kerbusso 2 Ii~ t~· Bl!)J If J. tJla I £ ~ fl!fj a11 (VERSE) If I was an ap-ple red, hang - in' from a tree, Would you come a - round, my love, and 1$ n f:J Id I f' 1 [J lE J a Iu bf JI dI take a bite of me? Would you come a - round, my love, and take a bite of me, If I was an ap - pie red, hang - in' from a tree? (REFRAIN) Oh, would know your heart, my love, And what you feel for me. An - swer, please, tlie ques-tion love That I have put to thee. 2. If I was a silken veil, for all the world to see, 5. If I was the softest fur that ever you did see, Would you take me up, my love and touch your Would you take me to your bed and stroke me cheek to me? (etc.) gentle-ly? (etc.) (REFRAIN) (REFRAIN) 3. If I was the finest pearl, brought up from 'neath 6. If I was a ship, my love, upon the raging sea , the sea, Would you take me to your breast and Would you take my tiller, love, and guide me home clutch me tenderly? (etc.) to thee? (etc.) (REFRAIN) (REFRAIN) 4. If I was the deep, red wine, as sweet as I could 7. If I came to you, my love, upon a bended knee, be, Would you touch me to your lips and drink Would you take me in your arms and love me your fill of me? (etc.) equally? (etc.) (REFRAIN) (REFRAIN) 4 A THOUSAND YEARS Fl Fl by Molly Hathaway (CHORUS) A thou-sand years of time did spend an eve - ning in a hall, A thou-sand le - gen - da - ry years through mists of time do call, A I&~ 1 -; £ ~ r:: J ; I J. ~ m J. Ji I thou-sand years of mer - ri - ment and joy - ful re - vel - ry, All 1$5 r~ rj n :nl J. o111 11 i 1 sor - rows deep and mem-'ries sweet are lived a - gain in thee. 1. As ==I&~ 1 1 TI AS ;:: I I: f 1 fl 11 l 1 I pre - sent is e-clipsed by past, And time re-versed as we a - mass. To I&** 1111 fJ J ; Ii.) Jl; iJ JJ!;I con-gre-gate in sha-dowed halls where le - gen - da - ry foot-steps fall. A thousand years of time did spend an evening in a hall, A thousand bright and shining years whose legends do enthrall. A thousand years of time in which to sing and dance and play, A thousand years to walk throughout and live in just one day. 2. When tales of old bring life anew with chivalry and virtue, Revealing noble qualities Our lives transform. And then we see A thousand years of time did spend an evening in a hall, A thousand of time in which we sought the best in all, A thousand years of time traced back from Beowulf to the bard, All people joined in Commonweal, Are drawn from near and far. 3. Beneath this roof together'here The dancers taste the singing air The hallway glimpsed a thousand years Of Gentle Lords and Ladies fair, (repeat first chorus) All sorrows deep and mem'ries sweet are lived again in thee. 5 IVAR'S MERRY MEN Ld. Cormac mac Cumail & Ldy. Eleanor of Aberdeen 1. Oh, we are up with axe and sword, to make the Sa - xon Lords re - pay the 2. He died well as a he - ro should, while coi- ling ser-pent's fangs did sink. We b ...... If* r r r r IH J J. JI; J J J In J 1J11 I old man singing in the pit of ser-pents e'en your bards must say: CHORUS So fol-low I - var in our ships, The blood cup of re - venge to drink. drain the cup of Sa-xon ale, A Sa-xon wench u - pon each knee, The ,I roast is tur-ning on the spit, We Norse-men take our plea-sure free. 3. We've killed the only Jarl the had, 5. Oh not for them sthe stubborn fight, We met him on the river strand, To bleed our veins, fill Odin's hall, Now he and all his men lie dead, If they were aught but nithing's soft, And England's open to our band. We, all bled out, would surely fall. 4. For this land is both fat and soft, 6. No, they will pay a ransom fat, And has a priest's thrall on its throne, And duck our heads in water cold, That calls upon his god for help, And tell their god that they have won, Not warrior fyrds who guard their homes. While we sail homeward with their gold. (CHORUS) (CHORUS) 6 VIKING YULE verse 1 . Women only lyrics by Ld. Cormac Mac Cumail verse 2. Men only music by Ldy. Gwendalyn Fayrfax verse 3. All I&* u u Iu u I uU Ir ~;I JJ J JI u Lrl Fa-ther, Tyr and Thor watched you thru battles dire and cru - el. Come eel- e -brate with Fre-ja's arts, And I&* IJ tJ I;. ?=*~I LI u IU u I ur U 1r bl feast with us at Yule. 2.(MENI Pour out the Yule ale and the mead, And take my hand in thine. Full 19:Lr LI jU 0 I a'U Ir ?1U u, UOI ma - ny nights I've shi - vered cold, Now hug me wife of mine. The lad who crawled fast as a hare Now IZ*U·4fu It t I u u Iu o IE1 er Ir t I on two feet does speed. And knows not me but he will learn child sa - gas on my knee. The laugh-ing lass I left at home Now moon-ing like a calf 0 - ver young Sven, Black Half-damn's son, Her breasts are wax-ing fast. For me she spark-ling, Beams and hugs, her braids are streamed be - hind. Her tre - ble cry "It's Dad - dy home!" Is sweet as old mead wine. ;Y ,., 11 ') ....._ • ......., ' I ) I I r l I I r--::1 - I IJ" .... .... I )/ I\ ..I I ~. ...I •I• .T"" T"" ... 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