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Troop songs of Thay - Electrododo - 09-28-2023
SEVEN CHEERS FOR GAUROS
Ref:
So cheers and cheers and cheers and cheers
and cheers and cheers and cheers
cuz three cheers ain't halfway enough
fer Gauros mountaineers.
In the hills up northeast
where snow's got right-of-way
serve the Gauros Mountaineers
the finest lot in Thay
But few believed it 'till one year
war games were held, that's right
to show the bastard Rasheman
the legions' battle might
Ref:
So summons flew from Redhall white
to north, south, east and west
that every legion gotta send
our way their very best
The Tyraturan stayed at home
he never got the brief
the messenger bled in a ditch
his pack went with the thief
Ref:
The Thazalhari left his tent
and froze to solid rock
the Dread Bitch's battle unicorn
choked on frost giant cock
The High Thay trooper disappeared
and such a tale is told
he's still in Sunrise Mountain caves
tryin' to dig fer gold
Ref:
The Surthay feller choked to death
on our fresh mountain air
when Lapendrarans finally came
well, nobody was there
The Gryphon Legion officer
suffered from a rout
when a white dragon flew from high
and ate up his poor mount
Ref:
The Priadoran stopped at Bez
and came down with the clap
Eltabban sergeant could not find
Chur Gathos on the map
Best fared the man from Delhumide
two days in, he said 'well
it's been all nice an' solid work
but I'd like back to Hell'
Ref:
The ship that sailed from Alaor
din't get past Dag'tooth pass
and so the one to win the games
been a Mountaineer lass
An' to this day it stands fer truth
that there ain't finer men
than Mountaineers of Gauros led by
Battleaxe Azhir Kren
* * *
THE DREAD LANCERS' CREED
Where the air reeks of egg
and the dungheaps of marrow
for our troop it's a home
for some others a barrow
The Dread Lancers shine
a black pearl set in metal
we never say nay
to a dance or a battle
Ref:Cuz a thief is my da
and a whore is my mother
sore arse is my sis-
ter, fat lip is my brother
I roll with the pun-
ches an' roar with wild laughter
wherever I may go
Here i swapped mine old rags
for a cloak trimmed with sable
in all of Thay's legions
no feller' more able
who last night spat at me
today bow and sputter
cuz one iffy step and
they're dead in the gutter
Ref:
My ride's got a horn
an' a demon for father
she's black like a mole
I would pick no another
you may be a saint
or you might be a sinner
but if you ain't a lass
she will 'ave you for dinner
Ref:
Have you gloves of fine silk
or your hands are all blister
if you got guts and grit
you can too be our sister
our tongues might be sharp
but our sabers are sharper
as learnt many a
beast, bandit, elf or Harper
Ref:
For glory of Thay
we ride shoulder to shoulder
strike Glarondan flanks
like a hill giant's boulder
steelclad gals that won't balk
no matter what the order
The Dread Bitches famous
from border to border
Last:Cuz Zulkir's will is my law
and the Matron my mother
black saber my sis-
ter my mount like a brother
hit like summer's storm
and leave behind slaughter
a dread bitch's who I am
RE: Troop songs of Thay - Balanor - 09-29-2023
Outstanding!
RE: Troop songs of Thay - EdinSumar - 10-03-2023
When I was playing a Bard legionnaire (So-Seth Atepsis) I ended up writing the start of these two songs. I never finished them. Here they are.
I WISH I WAS IN ELTABBAR
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah! -- I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to Phent and Lyrabar, and sandy, dusty Thazalhar!
But I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to empty Lapendrar hurrah, hurrah! -- The empty keeps in Lapendrar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to empty Lapendrar and missed my darling Eltabbar!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been down south in Priador hurrah, hurrah! -- Way down south in Priador hurrah, hurrah!
I've been down south in Priador and found Bezantur quite a bore!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been up north in Surthay Tharch hurrah, hurrah! -- Smelly, humid Surthay Tharch hurrah, hurrah!
I've been up north in Surthay Tharch and the illness found its mark!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to grassy Pyarados hurrah, hurrah! -- I've been to grassy Pyarados hurrah, hurrah!
What can you say of Pyarados? Went it away 'twould be no loss!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to dusty Thazalhar hurrah, hurrah! -- I've been to sandy Thazalhar hurrah, hurrah!
Just three things known of Thazalhar -- it's dusty it's sandy it's very far!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to chilly Gauros Tharch hurrah, hurrah! -- I've been to freezing Gauros Tharch hurrah, hurrah!
I've been to that place cold and stark and heard of naught but wolf-dogs bark!
Oh I wish I was in Eltabbar hurrah, hurrah!
ACROSS ALAOR
My darling over the ocean Alaor...
My darling why have you left my heart so sore...
Give me blessed mountain kisses, give plains that never end...
But across the sea, ‘cross Alaor, my love I can not send…
My darling over the ocean gone so long…
My darling have you forgotten our old song…
Give me thoughts of peaceful days, long sacred summer nights…
But the sea, but Alaor, it swallows all the lights…
RE: Troop songs of Thay - Bertram Anders - 01-08-2024
Cadences (which will added to over time):
Legionnaire, Legionnaire, where have u been?
To Rashemen and back again.
Legionnaire, Legionnaire, how did ya go?
On horse back riding slow.
Legionnaire, Legionnaire, what did you do?
I killed some Wychlaran for me and you.
Legionnaire, Legionnaire, how’d you get back?
In a red and black body sac.
RE: Troop songs of Thay - Bertram Anders - 01-08-2024
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
Soter boy's a real cool guy,
Soter only has one eye.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
Soter's got your girl at home,
Now you're sitting' all alone.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
If Soter was five foot four,
I'd knock his ass to the floor.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
If Soter was six foot four,
I'd cut with a claymore.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
If Soter was seven foot four,
I'd kick him through a door.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
If Soter was eight fout four,
I ain't gonna mess with him no more.
Oh Soter boy,
Rough, Tough Soter boy.
Rough, Tough Soter boy.