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iffeelscouldkill · 1 year
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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
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mainblag · 1 year
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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
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cats-spilled-wine · 16 days
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The Tally at the Hornburg
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:
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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,
With alcohol!
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!
One, two, three, there's downed another!
Onto the table, and refilled!
And downed again!
Downed, downed to the glory of either,
Ha ha!
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foodandfolklore · 4 months
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Gloucestershire Wassail
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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.
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capricorn-0mnikorn · 7 months
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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!
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itslookingback · 1 year
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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.
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destinedtobeloved · 3 months
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Joel and his drinking song istg here it is again
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fellowlifeform · 18 days
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Went ahead and drew Dionysus on a book about drinking songs.
Yes, I'm aware it's not as good as many other drawings, but I'm trying to learn and say that I at least tried.
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ichayalovesyou · 2 years
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Rom-halan Mahk (The Parting Glass) T'Vulkansu
Lyrics under the cut (Original english, Vulkansu in bold, literal translation in italics)
Of all the money that e'er I had
Svi’ma-vel t’ek pinkaunu
In possession of wealth, all my earnings
I have spent it in good company
Vlital kau-bosh heh akhlami t’hyle
Spent wise and among lifelong friends
Oh and all the harm I've ever done
Ek’dash-tor t’nash-veh ki’tor svi’mene
All hurt I have done in life
Alas, it was to none but me
Tor fi’t’nash-veh sa’awek
Done upon myself alone
And all I've done for want of wit
Kanon duhik torai t’nash-veh
Every foolish action of mine
To memory now I can't recall
Hal-tor I kwi’vokaya
Gone now from memory
So fill to me the parting glass
Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh
Offer my farewell glass
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
Of all the comrades that e'er I had
Trashu ik fasei t’nash-veh t’hyle
Departing from my lifelong friends
They're sorry for my going away
Olau lak’tra than au trashan
Feel grief they do at departure
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
Trashu ik fasei ashayam
Departing from beloved
They would wish me one more day to stay
Istaya au wuvau yaret
Wish they to lengthen visit
But since it fell unto my lot
Kupi-ri rubah t’nash-veh buk
Could not change my fate
That I should rise and you should not
Trashu ik du’tu hafau
Departing while you remain
I'll gently rise and softly call
She-tor buk eh stariben 
Rising to fate and speak 
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
But since it falls unto my lot
Kupi-ri rubah t’nash-veh buk
Could not change my fate
That I should rise and you should not
Trashu ik du’tu hafau
Departing while you remain
I'll gently rise and softly call
She-tor buk eh stariben 
Rising to fate and speak 
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
So fill to me the parting glass
Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh
Offer my farewell glass
And drink a health whate'er befalls
Fudau fam, nartau mene
Regardless embrace life
Then gently rise and softly call
She-tor buk eh stariben 
Rising to fate and speak 
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
So fill to me the parting glass
Nufau t’nash-veh rom-halan makh
Offer my farewell glass
And gather as the evening falls
Hokau vah tevan-tor khru
I’ll gently rise and softly call
She-tor buk eh stariben 
Gather as falls evening
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Rising to fate and speak 
Peace and long life upon all you
Good night and joy be to you all
Sochya eh dif fi’ek’du
Peace and long life upon all you
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jeffcross5000 · 1 year
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Don’t lie to me.  You wanted to sing this song yourself at the bar the Planck Time you heard it in the movie.
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pink-tiledbathroom · 1 year
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i am so emotional rn and
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is not helping
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captainswan618 · 2 years
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I've decided that this is a Lucretia song actually
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razorvine · 1 year
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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. ----------- 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..
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brochacho · 7 days
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99 posts in the queue of the blog, 99 posts in the queue,
Post one now, reblog it around, 98 posts in the queue of the blog!
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killj0y616 · 1 month
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Spiders Sloshing in My Stein
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)
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i swear im so normal about folk music.
guys please. please im so normal about drinking songs. totally
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