Songs of the Halflings

[Faldo of the Featherfoots 5]

You find an old from the time of Asulon, in the village of Branborough, full of old Halfling songs written by Faldo Featherfoot

 

Walking Songs

v1:

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though we pass them by today,

Tomorrow we may come this way

And take the hidden paths that run

Towards the Moon or to the Sun.

 

v2:

Still round the corner there may wait

A new road or a secret gate,

And though I oft have passed them by,

A day will come at last when I

Shall take the hidden paths that run

West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

 

v3:

Upon the hearth the fire is red,

Beneath the roof there is a bed;

But not yet weary are our feet,

Still round the corner we may meet

A sudden tree or standing stone

That none have seen but we alone.

 

v4:

Home is behind, the world ahead,

And there are many paths to tread

Through shadows to the edge of night,

Until the stars are all alight.

Then world behind and home ahead,

We'll wander back to home and bed.

 

    A Drinking Song

Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go

To heal my heart and drown my woe.

Rain may fall and wind may blow,

And many miles be still to go,

But under a tall tree I will lie,

And let the clouds go sailing by.

 

Song In The Woods

O! Wanderers in the shadowed land

despair not! For though dark they stand,

all woods there be must end at last,

and see the open sun go past:

the setting sun, the rising sun,

the day's end, or the day begun.

For east or west all woods must fail...

 

The Drunken Sheep

Young man, there's no need to feel down.

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.

I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town

There's no need to be unhappy.

 

Young man, there's a place you can go.

I said, young man, when you're short on your dough.

You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time.

 

It's fun to stay at the drunken sheep

It's fun to stay at the drunken sheep

 

You can get yourself cleaned, you can have a good meal,

You can do whatever you feel ...

 

Young man, are you listening to me?

I said, young man, what do you want to be?

I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.

But you got to know this one thing!

 

No man does it all by himself.

I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,

And just go there, to the drunken sheep

I'm sure they can help you today.

 

It's fun to stay at the drunken sheep

It's fun to stay at the drunken sheep

 

You can get yourself cleaned, you can have a good meal,

You can do whatever you feel ...

 

Young man, I was once in your shoes.

I said, I was down and out with the blues.

I felt no man cared if I were alive.

I felt the whole world was so tight ...

 

That's when someone came up to me,

And said, young man, take a walk up the street.

There's a place there called the drunken sheep.

They can start you back on your way.

 

Drunken Sheep ... you'll find it at the Drunken Sheep

 

In The Vale

Where can you find pleasure

Search the world for treasure

Learn shovels and wheat

Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true

On the land or on the sea

Where can you learn to fly

Play in shogs and boating

Study burrowing

Sign up for the big band

Or sit in the grandstand

When your village and others meet

 

In the Vale

Yes, you can sail the seven seas

In the Vale

Yes, you can put your mind at ease

In the Vale

Come on now, people, make a stand

In the Vale, in the Vale

Can't you see we need a hand

In the Vale

Come on, protect the motherland

In the Vale

Come on and join your fellow man

In the Vale

Come on people, and make a stand

In the Vale, in the Vale, in the Vale (in the Vale)

 

Drink Up Thy Cider

Drink up your cider George, pass us round the mug!
Drink up your cider George, your garden's ver' nigh dug
Your cheeks been gettin' redder from Charterhouse to Cheddar
And there's still more cider in the jug!

Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider,
For tonight we'll merry be,
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover,
The corn's half cut, and so be we!

Drink up your cider George, and get up off the mat
Drink up your cider George, put on thy Sunday hat
'Cos we're off to Barrow Gurney for to see my brother Ernie,
And there's still more cider in the vat!

Drink up thy cider George, it's time you had a rest,
Drink up your cider George, the finest ever pressed
There ain't nothin' like good cider for to make your smile grow wider,
And there's still more cider way down west!

 

Edited September 24, 2015 by Faldo of the Featherfoots

[_Jandy_ 3519]

Andwise hums these merry songs as he harvests the fields dutifully ((This is great, thanks for sharing!)).

[Elad™ 560]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.