User:Verity the Haremaiden

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):

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!

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!

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!

Goodness gracious me!

He's a sight to see!

He'll down a great pail

Of October Ale

When 'tis time f' tea!

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!

Goodness gracious me!

He's a sight to see!

Of Shrimp Hotroot Soup

He'll sup for a troop

When 'tis time for tea!

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'!

Goodness gracious me!

He's a sight to see!

The best o' the best

Breg trumps all the rest,

When he comes for tea!

Summer

(Being a song oft sung by pretty maids...such as yours truly, wot ;) )

Cold days ended, one can tell

Birds are singing, in the dell

Sweetly ring old Tower bells

Summer's here and all is well!

Old Blun Mole

(Being more or less a simple rhyme for Dibbuns and such to learn their letters)

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!

Rubbish Stew

(I suspect an otter ballad but I can't be sure)

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!

First take a pawful o' rocks, an' a pinch of dust (to taste),

Throw in whiskers offa fox! Aye let nothin' go to waste.

Pass one rotten cabbage here, two cuttlefish an' a slug,

Don't sneak out yet, cully dear! First cummere an' try a mug!

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!

The Sharp End of a Lance

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.

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.

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!

Dirge of the Mad Medic

(A song written in honour of Mad Maddrey Dickens, Head Medickal Offisah of the Long Patrol)

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?

Hide y'self, here he comes!

The Medic! The Medic!

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!

Hide y'self, here he comes!

The Medic! The Medic!

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!

Ballad of Queen Varinna

(Written for SalemtheCruel, a grand beast and no mistake :D)

(slow)

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!

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.

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!

"Freedom!"

(A song sung by rebelling slaves)

This Land held fast by tyranny

For a hundred seasons gone by,

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'!

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!

Heave! Haul!

(sung by slave crews)

Ho stir yore stumps ye yewseless lumps

Don' wail or whine; haul in those lines!

Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs,

To the rhythm o' the master's lash!

So cower an' fear, no shoulders here

To lean yore face an' cry on...hey!

Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs,

To the rhythm o' the driver's lash!

O Mother dear save us from here

The mate's so mean an' hateful...hey!

Heave! Haul! An' bend yore backs

To the rhythm o' the captain's lash!

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!

More forthcoming!

Friends

Colby Wildscutt (talk) 15:29, May 10, 2013 (UTC)

--Scotty Bluefleck File:Scottyblue fife by Jump.jpgFile:Scotty Bluefleck by Selound.pngO Sword of Truth! Fly swift and sure, that Evil die and Good endure! 17:30, May 10, 2013 (UTC)

Lathagarr ^{Haharr me cullies!} 22:24, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

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

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

Nice tae meet'cha laddie buck! Forest-F.FThe shadow slayers will come for you!! 15:05, May 15, 2013 (UTC)

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

Hi Verity! --Tiria Wildlough File:Hrusclean.jpg ^{Ee aye eeeh!!} 04:13, May 17, 2013 (UTC)