Title: CF-Drink-Sngs-art
Subject: A collection of Campfire Drinking Songs collected by Lord Gyric of Otershaghe. A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd.
Author: Edited by Mark S. Harris
Last saved by: Mark S. Harris
Keywords: medieval, traditional, song, lyrics, campfire, bardic, sing

CF-Drink-Sngs-art - 12/18/06

A collection of Campfire Drinking Songs collected by Lord Gyric of Otershaghe. A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd.

NOTE: See also the files: songs-msg, song-sources-msg, SI-songbook1-art, p-songs-msg, P-Polit-Songs-art, singing-msg, music-lnks, Bardic-Guide-art.

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Campfire Drinking Songs

By 
Lord Gyric of Otershaghe

A collection of songs to encourage frivolity and a measure of fun to any campfire comprised of people with a sense of humour and the absurd.

All Songs are public domain, or credited where able. If you know the author of a song, please tell me so I can meet them...

Good Company
Let union be in all our hearts
Let all our hearts be joined as one
We'll end the day as we begun
We'll end it all in pleasure.

Chorus:

Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
Right falla-ralla-ralla, Too-rah-lei-do
While we are together.

Good company is what we're here for
Singing, dancing, drinking beer for
Naught that one could shed a tear for
While we are together.

Chorus 

Old King Henry in all his glory
Told each wife a different story
Of all the things that we delight in
While we are together.

Chorus 

Grab the bottle as it passes
Do not fail to fill your glasses
Water drinkers are dull fellows
While we are together.

Chorus
LOCAL S.C.A.
        (Tune: "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen")

  Arrest these merry gentles, nay, it would be so unkind,
  If you'll but wait a moment, sir, we will relieve your mind.
  We are not escaped lunatics, so kindly us unbind,
  For we are your local S C A, SCA,
  For we are your local S C A.

  These men aren't wearing dresses, sir, Those are not pantyhose.
  No, those are tights and tunics, sir, They are medieval clothes.
  And men were really macho then, As everybody knows,
  So please do not look upon us that way, that way.
  For we are your local S C A.

  We recreate past ages, sir, And that is all we do.
  Please give our swords and knives to us, We'd like our axes, too.
  Return us all our weapons, sir, The act you will not rue,
  For we mostly use them for display, display.
  For we are your local S C A.

  We really are not dangerous Although we like to fight.
  We do it on a tourney field, You see, so it's all right.
  And we wear lots of armour, too, Like any noble knight,
  And use our wooden sticks to whale away, whale away,
  For we are your local S C A.

  Oh, we pavanne in public, sir, The horse bransle do, also.
  Full many a fine feast attend And to a revel go.
  And all that night we sing and drink, For free the mead doth flow,
  Then drive four hundred miles the next day, the next day.
  For we are your local S C A.

  We have a King and Prince who do Our loyalty command
  This is Three Rivers Barony, The finest in the land.
  And we are on our way to court, But not the one you planned.
  Oh, please let us go upon our way, our way.
  For we are your local S C A.

  Arrest these merry gentles, nay, Discretion you should use.
  For we are lords and ladies, sir, So how can you refuse.
  I say, that is a lady, sir, You should not her abuse.
  It is not genteel to act this way, this way,
  And lock up your local S C A.
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL
                             -L. Crowe
               (Tune: "The Ash Grove")

    When I was a young girl and very protected
    I thought that the Mongols were to be decried.
    But now I am older, and I found out different,
    I've learned that a Mongol shall not be denied!
      And I say to myself, this is not as I planned,
      This burning and sacking and looting of towns!
      I could have been Queen, but things turned out different;
      And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown!

    One day I went walking, one morning for pleasure,
    I there met the Mongol who soon changed my life!
    He had me; I had him; we then had each other,
    I bore him a son, and he took me to wife!
      And I say to myself, as I dress for the War,
      In leathers and furs with my braids hanging down:
      My life may be strange, but it never is boring!
      And if you've a knife, you've no need for a Crown!

 WHEN I WAS A YOUNG MAN 
                           -Peter S. Beagle
                    (Tune: "The Ash Grove")

  When I was a young man and very well thought of 
  I couldn't ask aught that the ladies denied 
  I nibbled their hearts like a handful of raisins 
  And I never spoke love but I knew that I lied. 
    But I said to myself Ah, they none of them know 
    The secret I shelter and savor and save 
    I wait for the one who will see through my seeming 
    And I'll know when I love by the way I behave. 
   
  The years drifted over like clouds in the heavens 
  The ladies went by me like snow on the wind 
  I charmed and I cheated, deceived and dissembled 
  And I sinned and I sinned and I sinned and I sinned 
    But I said to myself, ah, they none of them see 
    There's part of me pure as the whisk of a wave 
    My lady is late but she'll find I've been faithful 
    And I'll know when I love by the way I behave. 
   
  At last came a lady both knowing and tender 
  Saying you're not at all what they take you to be 
  I betrayed her before she had quite finished speaking 
  And she swallowed cold poison and jumped in the sea 
    And I say to myself when there's time for a word 
    As I gracefully grow more debauched and depraved 
    Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger 
    And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved

Old Maid in the Garret
Now I've often heard it said from me father and me mother
That the going to a wedding is the making of another
Well, if this be so, I will go without a biddin'
O kind providence, won't you send me to a wedding 

And its O dear me, how would it be,
If I die an old maid in a garret

Well, now there's my sister Jean, she's not handsome or good looking
Scarcely sixteen and a fella she was courting
Now she's twenty-four with a son and a daughter
Here am I at forty-four and I've never had an offer

I can cook and I can sew and I can keep the house right tidy
Rise up in the morning and get the breakfast ready
There's nothing in this wide world would make me half so cheery
As a wee fat man to call me his own deary

And its O dear me, how would it be,
If I die an old maid in a garret

Now come landsman, come townsman, come tinker or come tailor
Come fiddler or come dancer, come ploughboy or come sailor
Come rich man, come poor man, come fool or come witty
Come any man at all won't you marry out of pity

Well now I'm away home for there's nobody's heeding
Nobody's heeding to poor old Trudy's pleading
I'll hie the way home to my own lonesome garret
If I can't get a man, then I'll surely get a pirate.

Beer, Beer, Beer
Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... 

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cup of tea
A long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops 
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praises we will always sing,
Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer
The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... 

A barrel of malt a bushel of hops you stir it around with a stick
The kind of lubrication that make your engine tick
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the cracks
It's only two and fifty pounds a pint, and five percent in tax!

The White Heart, The Dragon Inn, the Royal Oak as well
One thing you can be sure of it's Charlie's beer they sell
Come on all ye lucky lads at eleven o'clock she stops
Five short seconds to remember Charlie Mops
One... Two... Three... Four... Five... 

Oh, he might have been an admiral, a sultan or a King
And to his praises we will always sing,
Look what he has done for us; he's filled our lives with cheer
The Lord bless Charlie Mops the man who invented beer.

Beer, Beer, Beer, Tiddily Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer... 

Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl
Chorus
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
Landlord fill the flowing bowl until it doth run over
For tonight we'll be merry, merry be
For tonight we'll be merry, merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed right mellow
Here's to the man who drinks dark ale and goes to bed right mellow
He lives as he ought to live
He lives as he ought to live
And he dies a damn good fellow.

Chorus 

Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed right sober
Here's to the man drinks water pure and goes to bed right sober
He falls as the leaves do fall
He falls as the leaves do fall
He'll be dead by next October.

Chorus 

Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and runs to tell her mother
She's a foolish, foolish thing
She's a foolish, foolish thing
For she'll never get another.

Chorus 

Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to get another
Here's to the lass who steals a kiss and stays to get another
She's a boon to all mankind
She's a boon to all mankind
And soon she'll be a mother.

Chorus 

Health to the Company
Kind friends and companions come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For this company might never all meet here again.

Chorus:

So here's a health to the company, and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry, all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For this company might never all meet here again.

So here's a health to the wee lass, that I love so well
For style and for beauty there's none can excell
She smiles upon my countenance as she sits upon my knee
Sure, there's no-one on earth who's as happy as me.

Chorus 

So here's a health to their majesties, that we love so well
For wit and for wisdom there's none can excell
With wit and with wisdom they rule our country
Sure, there's no one on earth who's as happy as we.

Chorus 

Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I wish her safe landed without any shock
If ever I should meet you by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me.

Chorus 

Here's a health to the Blacksmith
Who kindled my flame
And one to the chandler who lit it again
Come landlord and brewer pray generous be
For were gathered together with dear company.

Chorus 

Boozin'
What are the joys of the single young man?
Why Boozin, Bloody well Boozin'
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'
You may think I'm wrong and you may thing I'm right
I don't want to argue, I know you can fight
But what do you think we'll be doing tonight?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.

Chorus:

Boozin', Boozin' just you and I
Boozin', Boozin', when we are dry
Some do it openly, some on the sly
But we all are bloody well Boozin'.

What are the joys of the poor married man?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
He goes out at night and makes many a call
He come home quite late and he gives his wife all
But what brings him home hanging on to the wall?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.

Chorus 

Why do the priests and the bishops run down?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
And what are they damning in every town?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.
The stand on the street corners, they rant and they shout
They shout about things they know nothing about
(Hark the Harold Angles sing, beer's the cure for everything)
But what are they doing when the lights are all out?
Why Boozin', Bloody well Boozin'.

Chorus 

All For Me Grog
Chorus:

Well, it's all for me grog
Me jolly, jolly grog
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For I spent up all me tin, on the lassies drinking gin
And across the western ocean I must wander.

Well, it's all for me hat
Me jolly, jolly hat,
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about
And me head is looking out for better weather

Chorus 

Well, it's all for me shirt
Me jolly, jolly shirt
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the sleeves are all worn out, the lapel is kicked about
And me chest is looking out for better weather

Chorus 

Well, it's all for me pants
Me jolly, jolly pants
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For the legs are all worn out, and the cuffs are kicked about
And me arse is looking out for better weather

Chorus 

Well, it's all for me bed
Me jolly, jolly bed
Its all gone for beer and tobacco
For I leant it to a whore, and she broke it to the floor
And the springs are looking out for better weather

Chorus 

Wild Rover
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:

And it's no, nay, never, (right up yer Kilt!)
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."

Chorus 

I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."

Chorus 

I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they forgive me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus 

The Cockerell Song
by Ivor Biggun
From the Album: "More Filth! Dirt Cheap"

Some folks like a pussy, a budgie or a tit
Some take up with a Spaniel pup
That fills up the house with [woof, woof] shit
Myself now I keep chickens
And I've a favourite one
He's Dick my little cockerel
And I don't know where he's gone

[Chorus]
Has anyone seen my cock
My big Rhode Island Red
He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue
And purple on his head
He stands straight up in the morning
And he gives my wife a shock [scream]
Has anybody seen, anybody seen
Anybody, anybody seen my cock

He's a stiff necked little upstart
And I've known him all my life
He's my pride and pleasure
And a torment to my wife
Sometimes he's magnificent
And sometimes small and thin
But he puffs up like a pigeon
When you tickle him under the chin

Chorus

He has two enormous wattles hanging down
They're the best you'll ever find
Madam, you may stroke him if you like
If you feel that way inclined
Be careful he doesn't spit in your eye though

Chorus x 2

Has anybody seen, anybody seen
Anybody, anybody seen his cock

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