Lament to Agincourt

Sous la terre d'Agincourt
Mon amour, il dort toujours.
Dieu me pardonne,
Je déteste l'anglais,
Même lequel que j'ai marier.
Sous la terre d'Agincourt
Mon amour dors toujours.

In the earth of Agincourt,
My true love sleeps ever more.
God forgive, the hate I bear,
To the one who brought him there.
Even he, to whom I'm wed,
I hate him for my lover's dead.
In the Earth at Agincourt,
My true love sleeps ever more.

I was ashamed to do,
What it was that I had to.
Married to an Englishman,
Orphan I was, no choice was held
Ward of a King and exiled.

In the earth of Agincourt,

My true love sleeps ever more.

God forgive, the hate I bear,

To the one who brought him there.

I yearn for my home when spring is young,
When I pray, when song is sung.
God grant a Saint to take back the land.
The blood-stained Earth now demands.
I swear that blood shall cry anew,
I hold this Oath and damns it too.

Sous la terre d'Agincourt

Mon amour, il dort toujours.

Dieu me pardonne,

Je déteste l'anglais,

Même lequel que j'ai marier.

Sous la terre d'Agincourt

Mon amour dors toujours.

After years in the SCA I never wrote I song I truly liked of my own music. Back in January or so my muse plunked a song down with a chorus that arrived in French. I went to French Immersion school for twelve years, so it's not that surprising. The second and last verse as it is repeated is a loose translation of the chorus, mostly to make it scan.

I like looking at the story from the loser's perspective.

Edit: This is the final version (at last!) Updated, 2010.

Three Little Maids and Fools

This parody was written by Lady Sarah the Fool, Lady Tamar of Grayfeather and Alienor Hathaway of Greyfeather (me)after a disovery that we all loved Gilbert and Sullivan. It is our shared creation.

Three little maids and fools are we
Carrying bells where 'ere we be
Filled to the brim with foolish glee
Three little maids and fools!

Alienor: Everything is a source of fun!
Sarah: Nobody's safe, she hugs everyone
Tamar: Life is a joke that has just begun.
All: Three little maids and fools.
Three little maids and fools.

Three little maids who all unwary
Come from a lady's baronary
Escape from Chander's tutelary.
Three little maids and fools!
Three little maids and fools!

Alienor: If you get it it's not our fault
Sarah: We always sit below the salt.
Tamar: We rhyme badly, oy gvolot!
All: Three little maids and fools!
Three little maids and fools!

Alienor: One little maid is joined by one
Sarah: Now there's three, it's the total sum
Tamar: And the math has just begun.
All: Three little maids and fools!
Three little maids and fools!
Three little maids and fools!

Three little maids who all unwary
Come from a lady's baronary
Escape from Chander's tutelary.
Three little maids and fools!
Three little maids and fools!

Master of the House

Master of the house
Doling out the song
Ready with a quick kiss
And a tale too long
Tells a bawdy tale
Makes a big stir
Bards all appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice
Talking up the ladies
Just to see a sparkle in their eyes!

Master of the house
Keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em
Of a laugh or two
Picking up your song
Trying to keep 'em straight
Keeps the singing going
When it's just too late!
Everybody loves a teacher
Everybody's bosom friend
He'll make you fall to pieces
He'll get you singing in the end.

CHORUS 1
Master of the house
Couldn't call him shy
Never want a lady fair
To pass him by
In service to the poor
Herald to the great
Givin' you the words
When you can't speak straight!
Everybody's boon companion
Everybody's favorite bard

Student:
It seems he never ceases
He'll be telling stories to the end.

Apprentice:
Enter good friend
Draw up a chair
Unlace your boots
And join our lair.
We've just begun
A bardic game
But here you'll see
Nothing mundane!
Where the trouble starts
He's the griffen's pride
With a teasing word
And a smile this wide.

Songs beyond compare
Music for relief!
Mix him up with students
And we've got a cheif!
Always wants a pony
Often wears a hat
Filling up the silences
With tit for tat

Everybody loves our Chandler!
Everybody loves his song!
He doesn't go to pieces,
'Cause he always wow 'em in the end.

CHORUS 2
Master of the house
Flirtig on the sly
Never wants a lady fair
To pass him by
In service to the poor
Herlad to the great,
Givin'g you the words
When you can't speak straight!
Everybody's boon companion
Everybodie's favorite bard

Apprentices/Students:
His with never ceases
Goofy beyong reasons
Mercy, what a Master we have got!

Apprentice:
I used to dream
That I would meet a prince
And I did (he was Raito)
Have you seen what's happened since?
`Master of the house?'
Writes a tune to fit
Musician bardic master and you thin that's it?
Cunning little brain
Made me sing alone
Tickle me by point from across the room
What ironic trick of nature
Lands a Fool with such a louse?
God knows I deserve it
Having him as Master of the House!

CHORUS 3
Master of the house.
Has to make us laugh
Musician, bardic master
And he's good at his craft.
In service to the poor,
Herald to the great,
Singer and a juggler and at times sedate!

EVERYONE:
Everybody raise the last chord
Everybody raise it long
Everybody raise a glass

Anyone:
Raise it up flirtation class!

ALL
Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house!

I wrote this parody of Les Miserables "Master of the House" as my first every filk with quite a lot of help from Heregyth, my apprentice sister. I really prefer to sing this song with people because it's meant to be rousing. It was written in honor of my Laurel, Master John Chandler of Grayfeather in honor of his thirtieth birthday his "very old" birthday, that particular point is another story.