A Servant When He Reigneth - Words by Rudyard Kipling, Arrangement by Leslie Fish

Three things make the earth unquiet, four she cannot brook
The godly augur counted them and put them in a book
Those four tremendous curses with which mankind is cursed
But a servant when he reigneth, old augur entered first

A handmaid that is mistress we need not call upon
A fool when he is full of meat will fall asleep anon
An odious woman married may bear a babe and mend
But a servant when he reigneth is confusion to the end

His feet are swift to tumult, his hands are slow to toil
His ears are deaf to reason, his lips are loud and roiled
He knows no use for power except to show his might
He gives no heed to judgment, unless it prove him right

Because he served a master before his kingship came
He hid in all disaster behind his master’s name
So when his folly opens the unnecessary hells
A servant when he reigneth, throws the blame on someone else

His vows are lightly spoken, his faith is hard to bind
His trust is easy broken, he fears his fellow kind
The nearest mob will move him to break the pledge he gave
Oh a servant when he reigneth is more than ever a slave
Aye a servant when he reigneth is more than ever a slave

Crusader's Prayer - Words and Arrangement by Master Niall Townly

Chorus
Bless me my God as I go to war,
for Thee and my King are what I’m fighting for
I’ll be showered with glory or be seen no more
and die on the Holy Land’s shore

Richard our King has called for our swords
To fight in Alfrima to tame the pagan horde
In serving my King I too serve the Lord
In Heaven shall be my reward

Chorus

Our horses and men in such fine array
For Christ and God’s Kingdom we soon sail away
The cross on my shoulder won’t lead me astray
As I take my vows on this day

Chorus

Crusader's Song - Words and Arrangement by Sir Conn MacNeill

Chorus
I'm for the Holy Land sailing
To win back Jerusalem's walls
I'm for the Holy Land sailing
And i'll win a fortune or a martyr I'll fall

As my ship sails out I watch the far coastline
For leaving of kinsmen my heart is full pained
And I've traded all for a cross on my shoulder
No land for a third son, so I'm away

Chorus

As I look around me at the men on the benches
Their eyes are like mine so I know their heart's pain
I sing them a song of bravery and battle
And now their eyes shine liek their keen polished blades

Chorus

I followed King Richard to Sicily Island
For Johanna's dowry 'gainst Tancred prevailed
Now a fortune in silver and a new wife have Richard
And I've a swift horse and a new coat of mail

Chorus

At landfall in Cyprus they refused Barengaria
And Richard in anger has answered in steel
Now the crown of Cyprus he's added to England
And I've added knighthood's gold spurs to my heels

Chorus

I followed the Banner to battle at Acre
And held it aloft when its bearer was slain
Now we've given Richard a tower of the city
He's given me rank and a full captain's pay

Chorus

At Arsouf on the coastline we met with the Paymin
We won the battle though many were slain
And one was a Baron with lands that need tending
Now they are mine and I'll tend them well

Chorus

Now I sit in court over Christian and Muslim
And I've a strong keep and soldiers ten-score
King Richard's army has sailed back to England
And I've said farewell for I'll see them no more

For I'm in the Holy Land staying
To guard my own castle walls
I'm in the Holy Land staying
For I've won my fortune so farewell to all

The Water is Wide - Traditional

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er;
Neither have I the wings to fly;
Give me a boat that can carry two;
And we both shall row, my love and I;

There is a ship that sails the sea;
She's loaded deep, as deep can be;
But not so deep as the love I'm in;
I know not if I sink or swim;

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er;
Neither have I the wings to fly;
Give me a boat that can carry two;
And both shall row, my love and I;

I leaned my back against an oar;
Thinking it was a mighty tree;
But first it bent, and then it broke;
And such did my first love treat me;

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er;
Neither have I the wings to fly;
Give me a boat that can carry two;
And both shall row, my love and I;

Stierbach Runesong - Words by Bertran de St Jean

Matchless stands Atlantia’s glory, her might and beauty without peer;
Stretching west to Midrealm-mountains, reaching east where sea-sward nears;
Her bounty feeds and clothes many, gentle Eden of latter-days;
Mark not largess for infirmness, for strong arms keep the thief at bay;

Atlantian grain-lands be guarded, a bull stained crimson stands in might;
All foes fear his anger deadly, winging cowardly from his sight;
Stierbach stands athwart two rivers, the lifeblood of a kingdom’s trade;
At each ready stands a door-ward, ‘gainst outland foe or bandit raid;

Dark Potomac, strongly running from Aethelmarc unto the sea;
Watchful eye to western gate-land, Abhainn Iarthair sword-arm doughty;
Rappahannock swiftly racing, with slavering jaws of jagged stone;
Ready guard to southern gate-land, with bow drawn taught stands Sudentorre;

With war-bow, axe, and broad-sword bright, Atlantia’s heart we do defend;
Hearth-guards’ and door-wards’ ready might, to slay the foe, protect the friend;
Raider, reaver, foe-man bitter, whate’er your fortunes ‘neath the sun;
Come not here with hope of plunder, for this land is where red bulls run!

Once Upon A Time - Words and Music by Joe Bethancourt

Raised on song and story, heroes could be found;

In the joyous tales of glory, chivalry's renown;

The revel halls and list fields, The minstrels haunting rhyme;

And I was loved by someone, once upon a time;

Ring a ring a rosy,as the light declines;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Once upon a time there was, a kingdom far away;

That sang a song of chivalry, in a happy yesterday;

Miles of rolling country, from the mountains to the sea;

A kingdom carved from nothing; a dream that came to be;

Our children play together, beneath the skies of blue;

And we loved and fought each other; like families often do;

With honor as our watchword, to find the Holy Grail;

Caught up into a different time, in a living fairy tale;

Ring a ring a rosy,as the light declines;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Oh the years have made me bitter, though time has dimmed the pain;

And everything keeps changing, nothing stays the same;

I watch my children live the dream, from seeds that we have sown;

And my old friends have all gone away, and I sit all alone;

The Outlands and Meridies, Ansteorra's windy plains;

The East and Middle, Atenveldt, the misty Western reign;

My minds still full of memories, I turn to hear their chime;

I still remember someone, once upon a time;

Ring a ring a rosy, as the light declines;

These are the days of glory, these are the good old times;

Our Fathers of Old - Words by Rudyard Kipling, arrangement by Leslie Fish

Excellent herbs had our fathers of old,
Excellent herbs for easing their pain,
Alexanders and Marigolds,
Eyebright and Orris and Elecampagne,
Basil, Rocket, Valerian, Rue,
Almost singing themselves they run,
Vervain, Dittany, and Call-me-to-you,
Cowslip and Melilot, Rose-of-the Sun,
Anything green that grew out of the mould,
Was an excellent herb to our fathers of old.

Excellent books had our fathers of old,
Excellent books of the herbs and the stars,
The Sun was lord of the Marigold,
Basil and Rocket belonged to Mars,
Pat as a sum in division it goes,
Every Herb had a Planet bespoke,
Who but Venus could govern the Rose?
Who but Jupiter own the Oak?
Simply and plainly the facts are retold,
In the wonderful books of our fathers of old.

Wonderful little, when all is said,
Wonderfull little our forefathers knew,
Half their remedies cured you quite dead,
Most of their teaching was simply untrue,
'Look to the stars when a patient is ill,
Dirt has nothing to do with disease,
Bleed and blister as much as you will,
Blister and purge him as oft as you please.'
Wherefore enormous and most manifold,
Errors were made by our fathers of old.

Yet when the plague was sore in the land,
And neither Plant nor Planet assuaged,
They took their lives in their lanced hands,
And oh what a wonderful war they waged,
Aye when the crosses were chalked on the door,
Aye when the terrible dead-carts rolled,
Excellent courage our forefathers bore,
Excellent heart had our fathers of old.

If it be certain, as Galen says,
And sage Hippocrates holds as much,
That those afflicted by doubt and dismay,
Are mightily helped by a dead-man's touch,
Then be good to us Stars above,
Then be good to us Herbs below,
We are afflicted by what we can prove,
We are distracted by all that we know,
So down from Heaven or up from your mould,
Send us the hearts of our fathers of old.