[Electrododo]

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


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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