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Singing the Honor Among Thieves drinking song ("No fortune found, nor faith divine, come close to toping the juice of the vine...") to myself and feeling a Yearning
I would love a movie-esque version of this to listen to. There's a lovely version by Daniel Kelly Folk Music played on a homemade lyre (with two additional verses he wrote himself!), but it has a slightly different tune. I would love a version that had a lute or some flute instrumentals, maybe leaning into an Irish folk music sound 🪈🎶
It doesn't have to be an official version but it would be great if they released one, I think everyone who's been going feral over that song since the film came out would love it xD
I need me the lyrics to the drinking song Chris Pine and Michelle Rodriguez sing in the D&D movie. i just need it. its not in the soundtrack and that’s got me miffed to high hell. all i know are the lines “no fortune found nor faith divine” and “let’s tip the tankard and waste the day” and those are the first and last lines of the first verse
I tried to write a drinking song about Legolas and Gimli's competitions inspired by some person's post I saw on Pinterest. I don’t know who the author is, though. Here's the post:
I also tried to apply Tolkien’s style of merry songs. Also, this is the very first song I've ever written, so pls don't be harsh. Well... here it is:
1. Lift all your pints and ales,
And harken to my tale, dear friends!
A tale of a friendship unlikely,
Of rivalry that hasn't hindered it, not even slightly!
One, two, three, there flies another!
Over the wall, and up he goes!
And down he goes!
Down, down on the heads of his comrades,
Ha ha!
2. Come and listen closely:
Laughter, oddly seeming phony,
A laughter laughed by a one dwarf tall,
As he swings his axe, and another orc falls, down, down the wall!
One, two, three, there flies another!
Over the wall, and up he goes!
And down he goes!
Down, down on the heads of his comrades,
Ha ha!
3. Near the dawn, after night,
A call is heard through the sky bright.
"Thirty two!", cries the dwarf to his friend,
And the elf throws a sheild on the stairs, slides down, and - oh! - he fares!
One, two, three, there flies another!
Over the wall, and up he goes!
And down he goes!
Down, down on the heads of his comrades,
Ha ha!
4. Post-fight, the dwarf sits down,
And sitting on the ruins, lown,
He pulls out a pipe from b'hind his belt,
And waits for the elf to share the count of blows that he had dealt.
One, two, three, and the elf comes by!
Pulls out a bow, and shares his count!
The final count!
The count, that goes up to forty two,
Ha ha!
5. "Forty two, you say, eh?
Not bad, for a pointy-eared prince.
If not as good as it could have been!
For I, myself, am higher on a count that is forty three!”
One, two, three, the elf is distressed.
Not so easily bested, no!
"My dear mister!
I'm sure to win in a drinking game,
Ha ha!"
6. Later that day, that night,
The elf and dwarf sit down to fight!
To fight for the deciding ending!
And soon they are ready, with hands gripping pints, faces pending.
One, two, three, there's downed another!
Onto the table, and refilled!
And downed again!
Downed, downed to the glory of either,
Ha ha!
7. Into the night, or dawn,
The friends will not so much as yawn!
The fight is still on, neither will lose,
While the bottoms of the barrels deep will soon be split in twos!
One, two, three, there's downed another!
Onto the table, and refilled!
And downed again!
Downed, downed to the glory of either,
Ha ha!
8. Attention! The dwarf sways,
The merry elf glances his way.
"Not too long until he collapses,
I am sure - I dearly hope - to last just a few more lapses".
One, two, three, there's downed another!
Onto the table, and refilled!
And downed again!
Downed, downed to the glory of either,
Ha ha!
9. The dwarf, as foretold, falls.
The elf, overjoyed, stands and calls:
"'Tis was a jubilant endeavor,
But now I must announce, to my rebuilded joy and viguor:
Game over!”
One, two, three, there's downed the last one!
Onto the table, and away!
Away, away!
Away, to the joy of the victor,
Ha ha!
10. This is the tale, dear folks,
Of an elf prince, that could not boast,
And his dwarf friend who, by just one pint,
Was bested in a drinking game, collapsed, and drowned was his mind,
A very old carol, to the point that we're unsure who the original composer was. It is at lest as old as the 1700's, where it was sung in England during winter holidays. The song was originally called 'Gloucestershire Wassail' or Wassail Bowl (Gloucestershire was a region in England). Today, it is more commonly known as 'Wassail all over the town'. Some people just call it The Wassail song, but that can be confusing as there are other songs and carols about Wassail.
Wassail was a spiced mead drink served during the holidays. I have more info here if you wanted to maybe make your own. The formula of the song is simple; the first verse is also the chorus. After you sing a verse, you repeat the chorus. Continue the verses until you run out of time, energy, willpower, or just forget what comes next. Most people don't sing all the verses. If you want to get a feel for the tune, this is one of my favorite versions.
Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our horse, and to his right ear,
A happy new year as e'er he did see,
With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
And a good piece of beef that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our mare, and to her right eye,
God send our mistress a good Christmas pie;
A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see,
With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.
So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
May God send our master a good crop of corn
And a good crop of corn that may we all see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
Pray God send our master a happy New Year
And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Here's to our cow, and to her long tail,
God send our master us never may fail
Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near,
And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.
Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.
Be here any maids? I suppose here be some;
Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone!
Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin,
And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.
Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
For to let these jolly wassailers in.
Let every good fellow now join in our song.
(Vive la Compagnie!)
Success to each other, and pass it along!
(Vive la Compagnie!)
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive l'amour, vive l'amour!
Vive la Compagnie!
A friend on your left, and a friend on your right.
(Vive la Compagnie!)
In love and good fellowship, let us unite!
(Vive la Compagnie!)
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive l'amour, vive l'amour!
Vive la Compagnie!
Now wider and wider our circle expands
(Vive la Compagnie!)
We'll sing to our comrades in far-away lands
(Vive la Compagnie!)
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive l'amour, vive l'amour!
Vive la Compagnie!
With friends all around us, we'll sing out our song.
(Vive la Compagnie!)
We'll banish our troubles; it won't take us long.
(Vive la Compagnie!)
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour!
Vive l'amour, vive l'amour!
Vive la Compagnie!
there’s a light at the end where i know, where the culprits on carpets make sense of it all and the sky is all indigo and the young ones just want to go home. btw. and everyone’s singing along, the good, the bad and the gone. if you’re even listening.
City Boy Lyrics-
I have a boy who always is so clean, his clothes and his boots and his rifle that shoots are never used pristene
Hey City Boy bup ah dah bup a dah, Hey Pretty Boy bup a duh bup a duh
To my remorse, he once fell off a horse. But I love him anyway.
Don't misunderstand me he's got me on the hook, he's smart and he's lean and he's never real mean, but he's one hell of a cook.
Hey City Boy bup ah dah bup a dah, Hey Pretty Boy bup a duh bup a duh
I have to be blunt , my sweet man he can't hunt. But I love him anyway
One day I was on my way to see my City Boy, I was stopped by a Villain named Evan MacMillian, he came to steal my joy.
I said my prayers I was sure i was going to die, he pulled out his gun, I thought I was done, til someone shot him between the eye.
Hey City Boy, bup a dah bup a dah, Hey Pretty Boy bup a duh bup a duh
I could not believe, that who shot him was Steve, I love him so many ways.
Hey City Boy, bup a dah bup a dah, Hey Pretty Boy bup a duh bup a duh
Don't mess with my guy, unless you want to die, I love him so many ways.
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Sooo I had a really silly brain worm all day.. what if Eugene (That’s Elf Dwight from the DBD Red Dead Universe.) made up a drinking song about his boy.. this is it finally getting out of my head..
Verse 1:
Raise your glasses high, laugh loud & let go
In the dim lit tavern, where the cups overflow
But beware the mug with a sinister surprise
For inside lurks a chilling sight for weary eyes
Chorus:
Oh there's spiders sloshing in my stein!
(In my stein!)
There's spiders sloshing in my stein!
(In my stein!)
Bring me an ale, mead, or Elvish wine!
For there's spiders sloshing in my stein!
(In my stein!)
Verse 2:
As you clink your mugs & sing this tune
The creatures in my stein dance & swoon
The ale tastes sweet & the company is fine
But eyeing my cup sends a shiver down my spine
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
With each gulp the pests remain
A macabre sight that's hard to explain
But with liquid courage we carry on
Drinking from our mugs & singing this song
(Chorus)
Verse 4:
Raise your voices loud, let revelry ring
Drink to the spiders, let them crawl as we sing
In our tavern, where spirits flow free
We'll raise our glasses high, spiders & all, with glee!
(Chorus x2)