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The Honorable Lady Rhiannon Boyle, GdS became a Sergeant to the Baroness of Aquaterra in the Lancer division on September 11, AS XLV (2010). | The Honorable Lady Rhiannon Boyle, [[Order of the Goutte de Sang|GdS]] became a Sergeant to the Baroness of Aquaterra in the Lancer division on September 11, AS XLV (2010). | ||
For the bardic portion of the day of Testing I sang a modified and addended "Brave and Bonny Host"(as noted by itallics). As requested by those in attendance, here are the lyrics I sang: | |||
Oh see how the mists lie over the glen | |||
The morning of battle has come | |||
Soft in the glen there's the muffled sound of men | |||
And the murmur of the battle drum. | |||
Now the light of the sun spreads over the hill | |||
Scatters the mists from the green | |||
There in the clear stand the warriors of An Tir | |||
Their Black and Golden Banner can be seen | |||
Chorus: | |||
Fill our cups with Ale or Wine or Beer! | |||
We will stand together, never fear | |||
And we'll drink down a toast | |||
To the brave and bonny host | |||
Who fights for the banner of An Tir | |||
See them advance as a Wall of Steel | |||
Each ''one'' with sword and shield | |||
Now they charge with a cheer "For the Honor of An Tir!" | |||
To win or to die upon the field. | |||
''High on the Hill stand the Archers'' | |||
''Bow arms strong and true'' | |||
''They blanket the field with arrows for An Tir'' | |||
''Ones that miss their marks are few'' | |||
''Hark do you hear the rumble of hooves'' | |||
''Lances strike in the lane'' | |||
''With a hew and a cry, the Riders of An Tir'' | |||
''Cut down the brigands with distain'' | |||
By many a fire there's a Lady fair, | |||
''Her favor is worn upon the field | |||
''A needle's in her threads and she's baking up some breads'' | |||
''Preparing for her love's return'' | |||
To the crest of the hill fight the brave and the bold | |||
Where the slain thickly lie on the field | |||
Now alone in the clear stand the warriors of An Tir | |||
and ''their foemen at last are'' forced to yield | |||
Oh, strike up your lute all ye minstrels, | |||
Whose skill is renowned far and wide, | |||
Come tell us again of this mighty band of men | |||
Who carried the battle for our side. | |||
[[Category:People]] | [[Category:People]] | ||
[[Category:Aquaterrans]] | [[Category:Aquaterrans]] |
Latest revision as of 18:58, 20 January 2011
The Honorable Lady Rhiannon Boyle, GdS became a Sergeant to the Baroness of Aquaterra in the Lancer division on September 11, AS XLV (2010).
For the bardic portion of the day of Testing I sang a modified and addended "Brave and Bonny Host"(as noted by itallics). As requested by those in attendance, here are the lyrics I sang:
Oh see how the mists lie over the glen
The morning of battle has come
Soft in the glen there's the muffled sound of men
And the murmur of the battle drum.
Now the light of the sun spreads over the hill
Scatters the mists from the green
There in the clear stand the warriors of An Tir
Their Black and Golden Banner can be seen
Chorus:
Fill our cups with Ale or Wine or Beer!
We will stand together, never fear
And we'll drink down a toast
To the brave and bonny host
Who fights for the banner of An Tir
See them advance as a Wall of Steel
Each one with sword and shield
Now they charge with a cheer "For the Honor of An Tir!"
To win or to die upon the field.
High on the Hill stand the Archers
Bow arms strong and true
They blanket the field with arrows for An Tir
Ones that miss their marks are few
Hark do you hear the rumble of hooves
Lances strike in the lane
With a hew and a cry, the Riders of An Tir
Cut down the brigands with distain
By many a fire there's a Lady fair,
Her favor is worn upon the field
A needle's in her threads and she's baking up some breads
Preparing for her love's return
To the crest of the hill fight the brave and the bold
Where the slain thickly lie on the field
Now alone in the clear stand the warriors of An Tir
and their foemen at last are forced to yield
Oh, strike up your lute all ye minstrels,
Whose skill is renowned far and wide,
Come tell us again of this mighty band of men
Who carried the battle for our side.