imported>Verity the Haremaiden at 19:34, 18 December 2015

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==Introduction==
Hello! I'm Verity Woldsel of the jolly Long Patrol! For those of ye who don't know, I'm Biklay's sissy IRL. Anyone who wants to be my bloomin' friend, just sign below the 'Friends' line. Anythin' else I should add to this should blinkin' well wait, since I've worn out my jolly old warbler, wot wot!

==Songs==
:So most of you know I'm less of the writer type an' more o' the jolly old song-writer type, if that makes any sense, wot! Well, here's a few of my songs, most of 'em Long Patrol ballads, as they come to my bally old brain (and a few tuneless scripts to boot):
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:::::'''Big Breg Breltin'''
::Old Corporal Crumpet could fight a good fight
::Fought better than twelve it's been said;
::But no hare's so bold in the Long Patrolll!
::As Big Breg when 's time to be fed!
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::Goodness gracious me!
::He's a sight to see!
::He'll scoff all the cake
::The Mess cooks can bake
::When 'tis time f' tea!
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::Runner Bonny's got a voice like honey
::Rings softly o'er the sands so fine
::But she can't compare to Breg Breltin haaare!
::When that brave chap sets down to dine!
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::Goodness gracious me!
::He's a sight to see!
::He'll down a great pail
::Of October Ale
::When 'tis time f' tea!
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::I knew a hare who marched hither an' there
::Marched day an' all night just for fun
::But though hard he tried, that hare nearly dieeed!
::When he challenged Big Breg to lunch!
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::Goodness gracious me!
::He's a sight to see!
::Of Shrimp Hotroot Soup
::He'll sup for a troop
::When 'tis time for tea!
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::There's many a hare that's had his fair share
::Of singin', marchin' an' fightin'
::But few the bold beast can sit down to feeeast!
::When Big Breg starts a-scoffin'!
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::Goodness gracious me!
::He's a sight to see!
::The best o' the best
::Breg trumps all the rest,
::When he comes for tea!
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:::::'''Summer'''
::(Being a song oft sung by pretty maids...such as yours truly, wot ;) )
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::Cold days ended, one can tell
::Birds are singing, in the dell
::Sweetly ring old Tower bells
::Summer's here and all is well!
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:::::'''Old Blun Mole'''
::(Being more or less a simple rhyme for Dibbuns and such to learn their letters)
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::Old Blun Mole is a merry soul
::Missus Trinny is his Goodwife
::He's got four sons, all little ones
::And they six live a simple life!
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::::::::'''Rubbish Stew'''
::(I suspect an otter ballad but I can't be sure)
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::Rubbish Stew! O Rubbish Stew! That's the stuff, fer me an' you!
::Eat it cold or eat it hooot! That's the brew what hits the spot!
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::First take a pawful o' rocks, an' a pinch of dust (to taste),
::Throw in whiskers offa fox! Aye let nothin' go to waste.
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::Pass one rotten cabbage here, two cuttlefish an' a slug,
::Don't sneak out yet, cully dear! First cummere an' try a mug!
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::Rubbish Stew! O Rubbish Stew! Sing wi' me, I'll sing wi' you;
::I'll take it boiled, burned or baaaked! 'Tis good f'ye, an' no mistake!
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:::'''The Sharp End of a Lance'''
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::Wicked weasel, stoat or marten
::Vile rat, polecat, and sly fox, too
::We'll send those ver-min all a-packin'
::A lance can handle any vermin crew.
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::We'll take 'em big, we'll take 'em small
::We'll take 'em just, any way they come
::We'd rather like it, if they would all
::Find somewhere else, to call their home.
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::Those vermin hordes, don't stand a chance
::Against our lads, so brave and bold
::They'll get the sharp end of a lance
::With compliments of the Long Patrol!
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::::'''Dirge of the Mad Medic'''
::(A song written in honour of Mad Maddrey Dickens, Head Medickal Offisah of the Long Patrol)
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::What d'ye do when you've skint your paw,
::Or y' face is turnin' bright blue?
::What if y' tail is itchy 'n' raw,
::And you've smashed y' good ear too?
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::''Hide y'self, here he comes!''
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::The Medic! The Medic!
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::Fates keep me footpaws safe an' sound,
::I'll not have any rest or stay
::As long as the Medic's around,
::He'll be choppin' paws off all day!
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::''Hide y'self, here he comes!''
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::The Medic! The Medic!
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::The recruits an' greenpaws all fear
::The beast that's ghostly grey an' white
::He who'll savagely sew one's ear
::And rend paws an' bend tails for spite!
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::::'''Ballad of Queen Varinna'''
::(Written for [[User:SalemtheCruel|SalemtheCruel]], a grand beast and no mistake :D)
::::::::(slow)
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::All vermin sing her songs o'er the hills and the vales;
::Of her might in battle's been penned many a tale.
::She could fight like ten beasts, more like twenty some said;
::By all their accounts she left, every enemy dead!
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::Though the goodbeasts fought they'd find all effort in vain
::If they fought the great sable, they'd ''find themselves slain''!
::They could find themselves keelhauled, or burnt at the stake;
::Aye the Lady's a grand one, and make no mistake.
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::Varinna the Sable, Master of All Sobek!
::Of all vermin on land, and all vermin on deck,
::The fright of the foebeast, and the scourge of the weak!
::Nobeast can escape the blood and ruin she wreeeeeaks!
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:::::'''"Freedom!"'''
::(A song sung by rebelling slaves)
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::This Land held fast by tyranny
::For a hundred seasons gone by,
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::All families in slavery
::In bondage, were all a-cryin';
::Beaten, lashed, starved, tortured we,
::Whilst kinfolk were all a-dyin':
::Resolved to make our homeland free,
::Freedom, or die in the tryin'!
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::This Land held fast in tyranny
::For a hundred seasons gone by,
::Will once more be for all beasts ''free!''
::Aye, "Freedom!"s our sallying cry!
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:::::'''Heave! Haul!'''
::(sung by slave crews)
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::Ho stir yore stumps ye yewseless lumps
::Don' wail or whine; haul in those lines!
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::Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs,
::To the rhythm o' the master's lash!
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::So cower an' fear, no shoulders here
::To lean yore face an' cry on...hey!
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::Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs,
::To the rhythm o' the driver's lash!
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::O Mother dear save us from here
::The mate's so mean an' hateful...hey!
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::Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs
::To the rhythm o' the captain's lash!
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::''Will we laugh, or will we cry?''
::''Will we live, or will we die?''
::''Look the master in the eye,''
::''He's the beast who will decide!''
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::::::::::::::::::'''<h3>More forthcoming!</h3>'''

==Friends==
[[User:Colby Wildscutt|Colby Wildscutt]] ([[User talk:Colby Wildscutt|talk]]) 15:29, May 10, 2013 (UTC)

'''--[[User:ScottyBlue|Scotty Bluefleck]] [[File:Scottyblue fife by Jump.jpg|42px]][[File:Scotty Bluefleck by Selound.png|42px]][[User talk:ScottyBlue|O Sword of Truth! Fly swift and sure, that Evil die and Good endure!]]''' 17:30, May 10, 2013 (UTC)

[[User:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn|'''Lathagarr''']] [[User talk:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn|Haharr me cullies!]] 22:24, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

You're a great friend Verity! :) [[User:SaynaSLuke|Sayna the Warrior]] 04:09, August 30, 2014 (UTC)

Welc'm to th' Mount, ol' gel! [[User:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring|Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring]] ([[User talk:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring|talk]]) 05:24, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

Nice tae meet'cha laddie buck!
[[User:ForrestFighter|Forest-F.F]][[User Talk:ForrestFighter|The shadow slayers will come for you!!]] 15:05, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

Its always nice to meet a new hare round these parts. [[User:Nikolai Banks|Nikolai Banks]] ([[User talk:Nikolai Banks|talk]]) 22:11, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

Hi Verity! --[[User:WildloughRhulain |Tiria Wildlough]] [[File:Hrusclean.jpg‎|20px|]] [[User talk:WildloughRhulain |Ee aye eeeh!!]] 04:13, May 17, 2013 (UTC)

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imported>Verity the Haremaiden at 19:34, 18 December 2015