Rigmor’s Plea.

This us a duet version of a song I wrote long ago.

• There is a small child lost in the dark 
• In my dreams, she’s still there 
• She has fallen, and she waits 
• Will someone come? Might someone care? 
• Her heart, she’ll give you, her love be true 
• Where’s her Dragonborn, to save her, to never let her go?
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• Through endless night and biting storm 
• Through ruin, wrath, and time 
• I have battled gods and legends
• Now your fate is sworn as mine
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• No darkness deep, nor silence vast 
• Shall keep you from my side 
• You are Dovah-kin, the storm, the fire 
• The endless tide
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• You are not lost, not while I breathe 
• Not while my voice still roars 
• I have torn the sky asunder 
• Shattered death’s unyielding doors
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• Let mountains quake and heavens burn 
• Let dragons heed your Thu’um 
• You come for me, through blood and fate 
• No force can withstand your cry
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• Your heart beats strong, your soul still shines 
• No shadow holds you fast 
• I have walked beyond the void 
• And will be with you at last
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• There was a small child lost in the dark 
• In my dreams, she’s still there 
• She had fallen, and she waited 
• Would someone come? Might someone care? 
• Her heart, she’ll give you, her love be true 
• Where’s her Dragonborn, to save her, to never let her go?
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• Rise, lost child, the dawn is near 
• My sword, my voice, my will
• No power in this world or next 
• Shall break the oath I seal
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• You called and I answered, dear Rigmor
• (I called and you answered, my Dragonborn) 
• Your Dragonborn is here
• (My Dragonborn is here)

Black Is The Hue

A ballad I wrote about love separated by distance.

• Black is the hue of my fair maid’s hair 
• Her lips, like roses, sweet and rare 
• She treads the earth with steps so light 
• And all my joy is by her side
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• I love the ground whereon she stands 
• Though distance parts our hearts and hands 
• If fate should bind me far away 
• Still in my heart her voice shall stay
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• She knows my heart, she knows it’s true 
• No lies I speak, no vows undo 
• Beneath the moon, in dreams I yearn 
• For her soft voice and swift return 
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• I love the ground whereon she stands 
• Though distance parts our hearts and hands 
• If fate should bind me far away 
• Still in my heart her voice shall stay 
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• The lark may sing o’er heathered moor 
• The stars may glint on distant shore 
• Yet none may ease this soul aflame 
• That whispers her cherished name 
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• I love the ground whereon she stands 
• Though distance parts our hearts and hands 
• If fate should bind me far away 
• Still in my soul her voice shall stay

In The Morning

I wrote this one a long time ago! A mother sings to her child who is afraid of a storm.

• My child, don’t be afraid 
• The rain is tapping on the glass 
• It’s just a storm that’s passing through 
• The night feels long 
• But I’m right here with you 
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• My child, 
• Don’t be afraid 
• The thunder’s loud, the wind moves fast 
• But storms like this, they never last 
• Just close your eyes 
• I’m here tonight 
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• And one day you’ll see 
• That nature moves this way 
• It falls on river and land 
• On forest and sand 
• And helps the world wake up 
• In the morning 
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• My child, 
• Don’t be afraid 
• The moon is quiet in the dark 
• But dreams still glow like gentle sparks 
• You’re safe in bed 
• I’m here tonight 
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• My child, 
• Don’t be afraid 
• The trees might sway, the shadows play 
• But nothing here will take away 
• The peace you hold 
• I’m here tonight 
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• And one day you’ll see 
• That nature moves this way 
• It falls on river and land 
• On forest and sand 
• And helps the world wake up 
• In the morning 
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• You know, 
• I was once like you 
• And storms would keep me up at night 
• But someone stayed and held me tight 
• And softly sang 
• Until I slept 
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• Now I’ve grown 
• And I have learned 
• That storms will come and then they go 
• But love is what will always show 
• When nights get loud 
• I’m here tonight 
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• And one day you’ll see 
• That nature moves this way 
• It falls on river and land 
• On forest and sand 
• And helps the world wake up 
• In the morning 
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• And I’ll still be here 
• In the morning

Ash Shall Bloom, Crown Shall Wake

Jim needed a reason why there would be a High King of Morrowind, since the one installed by The Empire is irrelevant after the country broke away from it. I have done a lot of research and will write something that can be used in RoT. As part of my work, I wanted to describe the coronation ceremony of the High King. From that, I developed this song.

There are six mandates met by Nelvos Sotha Taren which makes him accepted by the different political factions of Morrowind. The priest announces the mandate and what criteria were met. He does this in Aldmeri and then Tamrielic.

After announcing the mandate and requirement, the priest and choir detail the mandate in Ald Dwemeris, the dead language of The Chimer. It is like Latin being used in Christian churches.

I have included a translation rather than the lyrics.

• I. Azura’s Dawn
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Azura: varun seru, varun dral.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Mandate of Azura: mercy in peace, foresight in rule.
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• Vél’azuræ vahrn velk-drai,
• Ramoran syrith, sil-én velai.
• Lun sa’drol veyn sa’karn,
• Nereveth avu, sa’nar-vahlarn.
• Veyai drel, il-varon xal,
• Ashem seran, nalu-thal.
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• When Red Mountain wept and stars fell low,
• The moon held her breath and the ghost-lights did glow.
• A name was whispered from shrine to stone:
• ‘Not Nerevar come, but not alone.’
• He walks not in vengeance, but binds the fray,
• The dream of the dreamers who did not stray.
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• II. Boethiah’s Trial
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Boethiah: kharun raln, vel sen-ruhn.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Mandate of Boethiah: courage in trial, strength without cruelty.
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• Tarn vel morn, trin vel se,
• Kharun nel dahr, kharun nel re.
• Taren velk-dur in vael et larn,
• Ka Redoran, in-sil in harm.
• Valen’maar, sa’ruth i’neth,
• Vahrn dol sero, vahrn dol keth.
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• Three tombs opened, three flames unburnt,
• One born to test, one born to learn.
• He was forged in a house where swords meet lore,
• Where Redoran blood runs under temple floor.
• He is will without hubris, strength without chain,
• The fire that does not hunger for pain.
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• III. Mephala’s Web
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Mephala: xal drel ren, drathen vahrn.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Mandate of Mephala: unity without deceit, loyalty without chains.
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• Marn-meph il vahl daan-thir,
• Vel-nir xal druth in sir.
• Sotha-ven, Llethan’raal,
• Nolén sa’daren, silen sa’kaal.
• Karn-vil ethren vel xal-tai,
• Nar-en telur, nar-en vai.
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• From secrets woven beneath ash and bone,
• A line was drawn through blood unknown.
• Sotha’s echo and Llethan’s breath,
• Met in the child who sings through death.
• He is the thread through which the Houses tie,
• A net of silk across a sky.
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• IV. The Six Paths of Veloth
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Veloth: seru maluth vel, dral sen tra.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Mandate of Veloth: wisdom in every path, service in every step.
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• Veloth-six in darûn tra,
• Seyne, Kharv, Malen, Sarra.
• Faren, Duul — xal in rel,
• Nalû ven ka, varûn vel.
• Tribunal et’ral, serô kai,
• Nerevor’narn, karn-dai.
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• Of Priest and Warrior, Trader and Mage,
• Of Farmer and Judge in the blackened age,
• Each path he walked with humble tread,
• Not seeking throne, but peace instead.
• Thus the ghosts of the Tribunal passed,
• And laid no curse, but truth at last.
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• V. Tribunal
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Tribunal: kai dral seru, vel uthren mal.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Mandate of the Tribunal: to bear the crown in service, not dominion.
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• Sey’nor kai — sil in tharn,
• Nar in gol, nar in karn.
• Vel dral tal’mor in sky,
• Tal sotha, kai len-ai.
• Nehn daen, mor in then,
• Nehn nar uth, Sotha-ven.
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• So let the crown be of bone and light,
• Not gold, not steel, not forged in spite.
• Let it rest on the brow that bowed to pray,
• And rose only when night gave way to day.
• He is no god, but walks with them near,
• Chosen not by birth, but by the seer.
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• VI. Reclamations
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren seru Mandate Reclamations: vel drethan mor, uthren nar.
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• Nelvos Sotha Taren has fulfilled the Final Mandate of the Reclamations: to rise when the Reclamations call.
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• Ashêm vahl, salthen nai,
• Taren-vahl, varûn kai.
• Saeth-dren i’nor, Vahlôr dar,
• Velon tharn, narn vel mar.
• Veloth gahn: Sa’thar sen,
• Kai-sen nor, karn-uth ven.
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• Ash shall bloom, and salt shall sleep,
• When the king is flame, and the flame runs deep.
• Let him guard what the gods once lost,
• Let him lead, no matter the cost.
• Veloth sings: You are not the end
• But the road reborn, and the wound that mends.

The Man From Snowy River

The Man from Snowy River is a poem by Australian bush poet Banjo Paterson. It was first published in The Bulletin, an Australian news magazine, on 26 April 1890, and was published by Angus & Robertson in October 1895. There are many musical interpretations of the poem. This is mine.

• There was movement at the station, word had quickly gone around 
• That the colt from old Regret had slipped away 
• He’d joined the wild bush horses, worth a thousand in the pound 
• So the riders gathered by the break of day 
• From the homesteads near and distant, the best had come to try 
• For the bushmen love the chase where wild ones roam 
• And the stockhorse feels the battle when the thunder shakes the sky 
• And the hills call the rider home 
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• There was Harrison, the old man, still a master in his prime 
• And young Clancy, famed for holding to the rein 
• No horse could ever throw him, he’d been riding all his time 
• On the great and open droving plains 
• And there was one, a stripling, on a small and wiry steed 
• With a fiery eye and lofty carriage proud 
• Though the old man said, “Best leave it, lad, this ride’s too long to lead” 
• Clancy vouched he’d stand out from the crowd 
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• From the Snowy River country, by Kosciousko’s side 
• Where the hills are twice as rugged, twice as steep 
• Where a horse’s hooves strike firelight on every mountain stride 
• That’s where the fearless earn the name they keep 
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• They found the mob by mimosa, then the old man gave command 
• “No time for fancy riding, chase them straight 
• Clancy, wheel them to the right now, ride hard and take your stand 
• For the hills will hide them if you wait” 
• Then Clancy charged to meet them, and the stockwhip cracked aloud 
• And the wild ones dashed toward the mountain high 
• Through the gorges dark and narrow, past the ash trees standing proud 
• And the crags where only eagles dare to fly 
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• At the summit, even Clancy held his gallop for a breath 
• For the hop scrub hid the ground, and slips meant death 
• But the man from Snowy River let his pony have his head 
• And he cheered him as they plunged downwards like a flood 
• Through the stringybarks and saplings, over timber lying spread 
• Till he landed at the bottom, sure in blood 
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• From the Snowy River country, by Kosciousko’s side 
• Where the hills are twice as rugged, twice as steep 
• Where a horse’s hooves strike firelight on every mountain stride 
• That’s where the fearless earn the name they keep 
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• He was right among the horses as they climbed the further rise 
• And alone he turned them, beaten, heads to home 
• His pony, spent and bleeding, still held fire in his eyes 
• For a mountain horse will never turn to stone 
• Now the stockmen tell the story where the pine-clad ridges stand 
• Of the fearless ride they’ll never see again 
• For the man from Snowy River is a name through all the land 
• And his legend rides the wild high-country plain

The Captain’s Whiskers

Based on the English folk song, “The Captain With His Whiskers.” I have turned it into a waltz and few of the original lyrics remain.

• They marched through the town with their banners so gay 
• And I leaned from my window to hear the band play 
• Through the lace I peeped, oh so cautiously then 
• Lest the neighbours should whisper I was watching the men 
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• The drums rolled along and the trumpets rang sweet 
• But my eyes found a sight that was finer to meet 
• The troops were the proudest that I’d ever seen 
• And the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me 
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• Oh, he looked into my eyes, just a moment, you see 
• With a smile that was meant only for me 
• And the world seemed to fade like a dreamy fantasy 
• When the captain with his whiskers glanced slyly at me 
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• When we met at the ball, I was sure it was right 
• To pretend we had never crossed paths till that night 
• But he knew me at once, by the lift of his brow 
• And he asked for my hand with a courtly bow 
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• We danced ‘til the candles burned low in the hall 
• And I cherished each word that I still can recall 
• My heart was enlisted, no hope to break free 
• When the captain with his whiskers glanced slyly at me 
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• Oh, he looked into my eyes, just a moment, you see 
• With a smile that was meant only for me 
• And the world seemed to fade like a dreamy fantasy   
• When the captain with his whiskers glanced slyly at me 
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• Now they’ve marched from the town, I shall see him no more 
• But I think of the whiskers that proudly he wore 
• I dream through the night and I muse through the day 
• On my love for that captain now so far away 
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• Still I feel how my heart skipped a beat, full of glee 
• When the captain with his whiskers took a sly glance at me 
• And I treasure the glow of that grand candlelight 
• As we waltzed arm in arm through the whole velvet night 
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• Oh, he looked into my eyes, just a moment, you see 
• With a smile that was meant only for me 
• And the world seemed to fade like a dreamy fantasy   
• When the captain with his whiskers glanced slyly at me

Stone Cold In Love

Jimmy Barnes is an Aussie legend. This is a crooner, big band version of Jimmy Barnes ‘Stone Cold’.

• When I got home I found you sleeping
• Said the words, yeah, you know they’re true
• And I’m stone…
• Stone cold in love with you
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• No, you don’t have to turn the light on
• I ain’t had more than just a few
• And I’m stone…
• Stone cold in love with you
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• You don’t have to wonder why now
• Just look at all the things you’ve been to me
• I’ll build my whole life on that sweet foundation
• You’ve given, baby, you know what I mean
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• I left my friends back in the poolroom
• They’re still drowning out the blues
• But I’m stone…
• Stone cold in love with you
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• You don’t have to wonder why
• Look at all the things you’ve been
• My heart lies on that sweet foundation
• You’ve given, baby, you know what I mean
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• I see your face below the window
• I see the moonlight breaking through
• And I’m stone…
• Stone cold in love with you
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• Yes I’m stone…
• Stone cold in love with you
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• Stone cold, baby…
• Stone cold in love with you

A Bird In A Gilded Cage

A Viennese waltz version of a folk song first performed in 1929. There are many versions of the song with local dialect, adding and removing and shuffling of verses. I settled on this wording and arrangement after a bit of trial and error. The piccolo and flute represent a song bird in a cage.

• The ballroom was filled with fashion’s throng 
• It shone with a thousand lights 
• And there was a woman who passed along 
• The fairest of all the sights 
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• A girl to her lover then softly sighed 
• “There’s riches at her command” 
• “But she married for wealth not for love” he cried 
• Tho’ she lives in a mansion grand. 
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• She’s only a bird in a gilded cage 
• A beautiful sight to see 
• You may think she’s happy and free from care 
• She’s not though she seems to be 
• ‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life 
• For youth cannot mate with age 
• And her beauty was sold for an old man’s gold 
• She’s a bird in a gilded cage. 
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• The beautiful woman surveyed the scene 
• Her flatterers by the score 
• Her gems were the purest, her gown divine 
• So what could a woman want more 
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• But memory brings back the face of a lad 
• Whose love she had turned aside 
• But happiness cannot be bought with gold 
• Although she’s a rich man’s bride. 
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• I stood in a churchyard just at eve 
• When sunset adorned the West 
• And looked at the people who’d come to grieve 
• For loved ones now laid to rest 
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• A tall marble monument marked the grave 
• Of one who’d been fashion’s queen 
• And I thought she is happier here at rest 
• Than to have people say, when seen. 
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• She’s only a bird in a gilded cage 
• A beautiful sight to see 
• You may think she’s happy and free from care 
• She’s not though she seems to be 
• ‘Tis sad when you think of her wasted life 
• For youth cannot mate with age 
• And her beauty was sold for an old man’s gold 
• She’s a bird in a gilded cage.

Molly Malone

Also known as ‘Alive, Alive, Oh’ I have added some new verses and used traditional Irish accompaniment.

• In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty 
• It was there that I first met sweet Molly Malone 
• She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”
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• Now she was a fishmonger, and sure, ’twas no wonder 
• For her father and mother were fishmongers too 
• And they both wheeled their barrow through streets broad and narrow 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
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• We met by the Liffey, when the sun kissed it softly 
• Her laugh lit the air like a fiddle tune bright 
• We walked through the evening, with the streetlamps a-gleaming 
• And danced ’neath the stars and pale moonlight 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
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• She’d smile when I joined her to help with her barrow 
• We’d flirt through the morning, our hands brushing close 
• A kiss by the corner where the breeze drifted warmer 
• And dreams wandered gently like mist on the coast 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
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• Now she died of a fever, and no one could save her 
• ’Twas then that I lost sweet Molly Malone 
• Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh” 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Alive, alive, oh 
• Crying, “cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh”

Shiny Shiny

My interpretation of Haysi Fantayzee’s Shiny Shiny from 1982. The lyrics would make sense if you were smoking whatever they were smoking!

• I ain’t lying ‘cause there ain’t no time 
• No city, just a pity, but I dress divine 
• City smokes, people choke 
• Big meanie, genie dream, we ain’t got a hope 
• No chance, no chance
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• Well, I feel fine, no it ain’t no crime 
• Dreaming of a demon while I ate a dime 
• The dime floats, the colonel boasts 
• Send ‘em up the hill boys, this ain’t no joke 
• No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance
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• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na 
• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na
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• Your shoes, they shine, you sure look fine 
• I taste your face, your love is mine 
• Mercury Dan with a spikey hand 
• Laughing like the marquis in sinking sand 
• No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance
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• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na
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• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na
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• Sha-na-na-na… shan, shan,
• sha-na-na-na
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• Saw a cop on the line, machine gun shine 
• I was dreaming, not believing, that I was alive 
• Mind broke, the cop… he choked 
• “Get out, boy, or I’ll use the Colt” 
• No chance, no chance, no chance, no chance
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• Blue-eyed liar with a velvet fire 
• Child spoke: “We ain’t got a hope” 
• Press the button, it’s all remote 
• Static thunder… choke, choke, choke
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• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na 
• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na 
• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na 
• Shiny, shiny, bad times behind me 
• Shiny, shiny, sha-na-na-na
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• Sha-na-na-na 
• Sha-na-na-na 
• Sha-na-na-na
• Sha-na-na-na 
• Shan, shan, shan, shan, shan, shan, shan
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• Sha-na-na-na

The Girl That I Love

Russell Morris is another Aussie legend with one of the best voices you will ever hear. He is currently doing his farewell tour after more than fifty years on the road. This is my version of his 1969 hit.

• The girl that I love 
• Will be never as lonely as me 
• And the girl that I love 
• Will give all of her loving to me 
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• And the morning she brings 
• With the sun in her eyes 
• Will never make me blue 
• And the girl that I love 
• The girl that I love 
• Will be you 
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• And the girl that I hold 
• Won’t be needing a reason to start 
• ‘Cause the girl that I hold 
• Will give all of the love in her heart 
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• And the morning she brings 
• With the sun in her eyes 
• Will see my darkness through 
• And the girl that I love 
• The girl that I love 
• Will be you 
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• And it will never be the same again 
• No way, no empty words to disbelieve 
• ‘Cause there could only be just you 
• To see me through 
• The girl that I love will make it true 
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• And the girl that I love 
• Will be never as lonely as me 
• And the girl that I love 
• Will give all of her loving to me 
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• And the morning she brings 
• With the sun in her eyes 
• Will never make me blue 
• And the girl that I love 
• The girl that I love 
• Yes the one that I love 
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• The girl that I love 
• The one that I love 
• Is you 
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• La la la la la la 
• La la la la la la 
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• And the girl that I love 
• Will be never as lonely as me 
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• La la la la la la 
• La la la la la la 
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• And the morning she brings 
• With the sun in her eyes 
• Will never make me blue 
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• La la la la la la 
• La la la la la la 
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• The girl that I love 
• The one that I love 
• Is you

Wings Of An Eagle

Another of Russell Morris’ hits. This one from 1971. I cannot possibly do justice to Russell’s brilliant vocals!

• Well I’m looking at an overcast sky in the morning
• I can hear the warning as it calls to you
• As the birds migrate and the wind is raised
• I see the eagle soaring
• Although I’m just a pawn in nature’s game like you
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• On the wings of an eagle I am lifted through the skies
• Lifted up above the world to sing
• On the wings of an eagle I am lifted through the skies
• Lifted up above the world to see
• Can you see me? Can you see me?
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• As the days roll on and the nights get long
• The changing of the seasons and the falling autumn leaves,
• They bring me down
• They bring me down, they bring me down
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• Do you lose your way in the middle of the day
• Do you see your brother crawling?
• And all the while he’s calling out for help from you
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• On the wings of an eagle I am lifted through the skies
• Lifted up above the world to sing
• On the wings of an eagle I am lifted through the skies
• Lifted up above the world to see
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• Can you see me?
• Can you see me?
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• On the wings of an eagle.
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• Can you see me?
• Can you see me?

Sweet, Sweet Love

Another of Russell Morris’ hits. This one is from 1971.

• Can’t believe I’m really meeting 
• A girl like you on such a day 
• Maybe I’m, maybe only dreaming 
• Mr. Sun come back to stay 
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• To a girl like you 
• I don’t know what to say 
• A guy like me becomes all tongue tied 
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• Hello, I love you 
• Doesn’t seem so right 
• With a girl like you it’s love at first sight 
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• Hello, I love you 
• Doesn’t mean to say 
• A guy like me becomes all tongue tied 
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• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last, it will last 
• (Naa-na-na-naa) 
• (Naa-na-na-na-naaaa) 
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• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last, it will last 
• (Naa-na-na-naa) 
• (Naa-na-na-na-naaaa) 
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• I’m a guy in love 
• I’ve never met before 
• A girl like you 
• I’ll never meet again 
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• Do you want me half as much inside 
• As I want you ’til the day I’ve died 
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• Hello, I love you 
• Doesn’t mean to say 
• A guy like me becomes all tongue tied 
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• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last, it will last 
• (Naa-na-na-naa) 
• (Naa-na-na-na-naaaa) 
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• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last 
• (Naa-na-na-naa) 
• (Naa-na-na-na-naaaa) 
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• (Sweet, sweet love) 
• Crying through the valleys of the sound 
• Echoes spinning, lifting from the ground 
• Every word I stretch and try to say 
• Becomes a hymn for you today 
•  
• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last, it will last 
• Naa-na-na-naa 
• Naa-na-na-na-naaaa 
•  
• Sweet, sweet love 
• It will last 
• Naa-na-na-naa 
• Naa-na-na-na-naaaa 
•  
• Sweet, sweet love… 
• Sweet, sweet love… 
• It will last…

Rachel

Russell Morris’ protest song from 1972. I have turned it into a duet.

• Gather round, Ma and me 
• To read this week’s letter 
• I wonder what will be 
• We hope the news is better 
•  
• The men here die like flies, Ma 
• I bandaged their blinded eyes, Ma 
• And the kids with their aching feet 
• Ain’t got nothing to eat, Ma 
•  
• Rachel’s coming home 
• Rachel’s coming home 
• And we don’t think she’ll go away again 
•  
• The hospital has no door, Dad 
• Soldiers lye on the floor, Dad 
• I did all I could, 
• But I can’t take anymore, Dad 
•  
• Rachel’s coming home 
• Rachel’s coming home 
• And we don’t think she’ll go away again 
• Rachel’s seen the light 
• The world’s too big to fight 
• And we don’t think she’ll go away again 
•  
• My dear family 
• The world and the people in it 
• Go the way they will 
• And there’s not a man 
• Black or White 
• Who can ever hope 
• To stop them 
•  
• Rachel’s coming home 
• Rachel’s coming home 
• And we don’t think she’ll go away again   
•  
• Rachel’s coming home 
• Rachel’s coming home 
• And we don’t think she’ll go away again

Beloved

Wendy Matthews is another legendary Aussie singer. This started off as my interpretation of her 1982 hit but has so evolved it is not recognisable! The ghost is a woman who did not think her beloved felt the same. So, she killed herself! After death, she realises he did love her.

• Here I am, I’m right here 
• Wish you could feel me, I’m so near 
•  
• I stand beside you, glide through the wall 
• I speak but silence swallows all 
• I reach for light, dissolve in dust 
• Still I call, I call, I must 
•  
• I watch you 
• I love you 
• I see your pain 
• Without me here 
•  
• This house is skin, it knows my name 
• These walls remember me, but not the pain 
• I sleep beside you with arms that can’t hold 
• No dreams, no breath, just cold 
•  
• I watch you 
• I love you 
• I see your pain 
• Without me here 
•  
• I said what I never dared 
• You won’t hear, and I won’t care 
• I played the role, I wore the mask 
• I loved the one 
• Who never asked 
•  
• So I left 
•  
• Put your hands here , where I used to be 
• Dance with me, like memory 
• One more turn, one more time 
• One last waltz before the light 
•  
• I can’t leave, not beyond that door 
• I walk in circles 
• Fade once more 
•  
• I watch you 
• I love you 
• I see your pain 
• Without me here 
•  
• When you think of me , smile 
• That’s how I know you still believe 
• I close my eyes, I still don’t sleep 
• This is the way I love, I keep 
•  
• Here I am 
• Right here 
• I wish 
• You could 
• See me

The Furstock Song Traditional

My version of a song from ESO.

• Ah… Khajiit sings now, yes? For you… and for Azurah…
•  
• Clever Dagi, agile Suthay, burly Pahmar, Senche-raht, 
• When Azurah gave out presents, she sure gave us a lot, 
• Handsome Cathay, nimble Tojay, sneaky Ohmes and Alfiq, 
• So many shapes and sizes, that’s what makes us unique! 
•  
• We all adore the Dagi, climbing trees with grace, 
• Far better than the Wood Elves with their wrinkled little face, 
• They dance on leaves and swing through air, such nimble, airy sprites, 
• Like moonlight on a cobweb, or whiskers in the night. 
•  
• Clever Dagi, agile Suthay, burly Pahmar, Senche-raht, 
• When Azurah gave out presents, she sure gave us a lot, 
• Handsome Cathay, nimble Tojay, sneaky Ohmes and Alfiq, 
• So many shapes and sizes, that’s what makes us unique! 
•  
• Here’s some wise advice, walker: let the Senches be, 
• Their claws are silver daggers, their rage, a stormy sea, 
• One swipe can silence singing, one bite can end your quest, 
• If you crave a fight with them… prepare your final rest. 
•  
• Clever Dagi, agile Suthay, burly Pahmar, Senche-raht, 
• When Azurah gave out presents, she sure gave us a lot, 
• Handsome Cathay, nimble Tojay, sneaky Ohmes and Alfiq, 
• So many shapes and sizes, that’s what makes us unique! 
•  
• And then there is the Alfiq, so tiny yet divine, 
• You blink and they are vanished, like pawprints lost in time, 
• They whisper spells like lullabies, unseen in grassy shade, 
• Some say they talk to gods. Some say they are the shade. 
•  
• Cleveri Dagi, Suthay jato, Pahmar bota-raht, Senche-ri’ra, 
• Azurah rissassa khetzi, siirr ushan na vakha, 
• Cathay toran, Tojay mara, Ohmes s’rendarr, Alfiq mis, 
• Sura varzii-ta, darzii, jo’khaj… Azurah mra zhanis! 
•  
• This one is many… and yet one. May you walk on warm sands.

The Furstock Song Reggae

I have taken the song from ESO and turned it into reggae.

• Mmm… This one bring good riddim, yes? For Azurah and all her children…
•  
• Clever Dagi, agile Suthay, burly Pahmar, Senche-raht, 
• Azurah hand out blessings, and we got quite a lot, 
• Cathay looking royal, Tojay running quick, 
• Ohmes move like shadows, Alfiq vanish with a flick. 
•  
• So many shapes, so many faces, 
• Khajiit walk in different paces, 
• When Azurah dreamt us into being, 
• She filled the moons with endless graces. 
•  
• Now Dagi, he be climbing trees, 
• Floating soft like jungle breeze, 
• Make Bosmer jealous on their knees, 
• Pink and knobby…no expertise. 
•  
• So many shapes, so many faces, 
• Khajiit come from different places, 
• Tall as towers or small as dust, 
• Azurah mold us with her love. 
•  
• Senche deep and mighty wide, 
• One paw swipe, your pride subside, 
• Pick a fight? Prepare to cry 
• Their teeth don’t lie, their wrath is high. 
•  
• Little Alfiq, don’t blink, they gone, 
• Sipping moon-sap ‘fore the dawn, 
• They say they speak with gods and fire, 
• This one nods… not calling liar. 
•  
• Cleveri Dagi, Suthay jato, Pahmar bota-raht, Senche-ri’ra, 
• Azurah rissassa khetzi, siirr ushan na vakha, 
• So many shapes, so many minds, 
• Azurah’s gift flows through all kinds. 
•  
• Walk always in the light of the moons… and the riddim, yes?

A Khajiit’s Serenade

A Khajiit tries to seduce a Nord or Imperial woman. Based loosely on ‘A Cat’s Serenade’ from ESO.

• This one hums a tune so sweet
• Under stars where warm winds meet
• Will you love him? Will you trust him?
• Come, sweet sugar…
•  
• He has danced through darkened streets
• Stolen hearts and honeyed treats
• Say you love him. Say you want him.
• One whisper, just so…
•  
• Your mother would surely raise an eye
• But she’s not the one who makes you sigh
• No chapel vows, no silken lace
• Just starlight, and this one’s face
•  
• No temple priest, no golden ring
• But listen close when night birds sing
• Hold this tail, don’t let it stray—
• We’ll chase the moons ’til break of day…
•  
• This one weaves a song tonight
• Soft as shadow, sweet as light
• Will you love him? Will you keep him?
• Come closer… closer still…
•  
• So many hearts, he’s seen them shine
• But yours, ah… yours is very fine
• He begs with claws withdrawn and dares
• No lies here, just desert air
•  
• In Jone’s embrace, he’ll hold you near
• But when Jode rises, he may disappear
• Such is the way, love and then depart
• No one owns a Khajiit heart…
•  
• So vaba do’joor, zhan do’shei,
• La joor’ra… joor’ra vaba-torai.
• Va’sara do’sa, kinja si’kar,
• Jah’rassa, do’kha – s’rendarr!
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• Jone si’nar, vaba dula’joor,
• Dar Jode varzii – si kinja darzii.
• Ja’khaj sa do’khaj: va’kasha, va’kinja,
• Do’joor Khajiit na’rassa ni!
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• This one hums beneath the moons
• Soft as silk, the sweetest tunes
• Will you love him? Will you chase him?
• Come closer… taste the lie…
•  
• This one weaves his final sigh…
• A stolen kiss, a lover’s try…
• Will you find him when he’s gone?
• Or vanish with the dawn?

Tale Of Two Moons

Based on a song in ESO. Some slight changes to help with phrasing as it is supposed to be a Moon Singer with some flair. The second half approximates Ta’Agra. It is close but some poetic licence involved.

• When snow falls soft on Elsweyr 
• And frost lays glass upon the lake 
• When firelight dances bright and wild 
• And old bones start to ache 
•  
• Then cats unfasten budis 
• Let fur keep out the chill 
• The small moon slips behind the big 
• And speaks what time keeps still 
•  
• But skies turn warm o’er Elsweyr 
• And silver rivers gleam 
• The flames lie down in ashes 
• And youth returns to dream 
•  
• Then cats rewrap their budis 
• And groom their manes with pride 
• The big moon finds the small again 
• And breaks what chains may bind 
•  
• Var do’ren dro-mota ri Elsweyr, 
• Zi shara vo dar’zha-ri ja’rin, 
• Zi j’sirr sari tor-ra, 
• Zi do’budi jahari zin. 
•  
• Dar’khajiit s’rand budi, 
• J’faza do sa do’ren, 
• Jone-dar padara Jode, 
• Zi’so’jirrin vaba-zhen. 
•  
• La do’ren zan Elsweyr-ta, 
• Zi’darra vo var-shei, 
• Zi j’sirr sa’zha, 
• Zi zhar-tor so’rissai. 
•  
• Dar’khajiit va’budi, j’khar, 
• J’mara ra’zha, do’ja’nai, 
• Jode-dar padara Jone, 
• Zi’sho’zhan s’rand sai.

Sweet Moon-Sugar Cane

A Khajiiti Working Song from ESO. Khajiit sing this as they harvest Moon-Sugar.

• The Wood Elves drink their rotmeth brew
• Made of meat and bile
• Argonians munch their beetle stew
• With slime across their smile
•  
• But we who walk where sandstorms spin
• Know pleasure in the grain
• The sacred gift that burns within
• Sweet moon-sugar cane!
•  
• Fields bathed in moonlight
• Dripping silver rain
• Standing tall and shining bright
• Sweet moon-sugar cane!
• Sweet moon-sugar cane!
•  
• Given by the Moons
• Shifting through their phase
• Fill our bowls and bless our days
• Sweet moon-sugar cane!
• Sweet moon-sugar cane!
•  
• We rub it on our sizzling steak
• And lick the juice that falls
• We coat it on our fire-cooked fish
• Then feast within our halls
•  
• We mix it in our date-filled pies
• With butter, salt, and flame
• It’s gone before the moons can rise
• We waste not sacred cane!
•  
• (Sa’rassa, sa’khenzi!)
• (Sa’zirr! Sa’zirr!)
• It tingles tongues and lifts the tail
• It glows beneath the skin
• It dances in the dreaming mind
• And wakes the soul within
•  
• Valziin-dar ta’lenji
• Do sa’rassa ja’zhan
• Ja’rabiin, ja’serri, ja’vaan
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae!
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae!
•  
• Jone do Jode jaha’zirr
• Mi’suuma mi’darhan
• Sa’baandari, sa’vashiin
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae…
• Ja’khajiit… sura-sae…
•  
• (Prrrrr… sweet is the cane…)
• (Mmmrr… gifted by moons again…)

Sweet Moon-Sugar Cane Reggae

I have turned the song from ESO into reggae.

• Yahh… 
• Bless Jone! Bless Jode! 
• With Sugar-Cane in hand, sweet dreams unfold…
•  
• The Wood Elves sip their rotmeth wine 
• (Ooh, stings the throat, burns the spine) 
• Lizardfolk crunch bugs all the time 
• (Gods help them, that’s no way to dine) 
•  
• But Khajiit, we move with grace 
• (Golden cane, the moons embrace) 
• The sweetest gift from sacred skies 
• It’s moon-sugar we chase 
•  
• Fields bathed in moonlight 
• Dew drops in a chain 
• Tall and wide, they sway with pride 
• Sweet moon-sugar cane! 
• Sweet moon-sugar cane! 
•  
• Waxing, waning moons above 
• We adore this blessed grain 
• Fill our bowls and lift our hearts 
• Sweet moon-sugar cane! 
• Sweet moon-sugar cane! 
•  
• We dust it on our grilled guar meat 
• Glistenin’ like a dream 
• We slather it on smoked mudcrab 
• Ahh…the sweet steam!
•  
• It melts into our sugar cakes 
• With spice and ashwood flame 
• One bite and you will see the stars 
• All hail moon-sugar cane 
•  
• Sa’zirr… Sa’zirr… 
• It’s in the tail’s twitch 
• It’s in the song’s pitch 
• Glides in your bloodstream 
• Unlocks the dream stream 
•  
• Valziin-dar ta’lenji 
• Do sa’rassa ja’zhan 
• Ja’rabiin, ja’serri, ja’vaan 
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae! 
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae! 
•  
• Jone do Jode jaha’zirr 
• Mi’suuma mi’darhan 
• Sa’baandari, sa’vashiin 
• Ja’khajiit sura-sae… 
• Ja’khajiit… sura-sae…
•  
• Moon-sugar driftin’ 
• Through the breeze we’re liftin’ 
• Khajiiti soul, we chant your name 
• Sweet moon-sugar cane…

The Lusty Argonian Maid: A Second Rising

 This is based on ‘The Lusty Argonian Maid’ song in ESO. That is based on the first chapter of the ingame book. I have edited the first half and added the second chapter.

• Crantius Colto is my name 
• My lusty Argonian maid 
• I’ve something here for you to clean 
• Come burnish now my blade!
•  
• I’m Lifts-Her-Tail the maid, it’s true 
• A lusty Argonian maid 
• But your task is just too much, good sir, 
• I’ve never seen such a long blade!
•  
• Tut-tut, my dear, that’s not what I hear, 
• My lusty Argonian maid 
• And Lady Colto’s gone to Kvatch 
• No need for you to be afraid
•  
• Nay, I am needed elsewhere, sir, 
• Though your blade’s so long and so so hard 
• I’m needed to tend the instrument large 
• Of a sultry Argonian bard
•  
• But what about this loaf, my sweet 
• My lusty Argonian maid? 
• It isn’t ready for baking, no, 
• For it has yet to rise!
•  
• My goodness, sir, that’s quite a loaf! 
• How ever shall it fit my oven? 
• If only we could coax it quick… 
• What method would be proven?
•  
• Oh, my foolish Argonian maid 
• You must use both your hands 
• Just knead it firm, and work it slow, 
• Do you now understand?
•  
• But what if the mistress finds me here? 
• Your loaf is meant for her! 
• If she sees it rising in my hands 
• It’ll surely cause a stir!
•  
• Don’t fret, my delicate flower of scales 
• I’ll tend her needs in kind 
• But help me now, just stroke the dough 
• And put her out of mind.
•  
• Yet still my oven’s far too cold 
• To take a risen loaf… 
• It needs to simmer soft and slow, 
• Before it takes your… dough.
•  
• Plenty of time, my sweet, don’t rush 
• We’ve hours yet to play 
• Now place your hand upon my loaf, 
• And make it rise today.

Saga Of Varen’s Rebellion, Part 1

A dramatised rendition of the first part of a poem from ESO.

• Varen Aquilarios,
• Duke of Chorrel, Count of Kvatch,
• Sat within his stone-walled keep.
• Brooding on his circumstances.
•  
• He had served the Ruby Throne
• With all his heart and soul,
• Through times of battle and times of peace,
• His loyalty was unquestioned.
•  
• But now his mind sorely troubled
• By a dark stain on the countryside,
• For the Emperor who claimed the throne,
• The Imperial Dragon, Leovic, son of Moricar,
• Threatened his land and people.
•  
• Levoic’s grandsire, a Reachman of the North
• Had claimed the Ruby Throne,
• And yoked its peoples,
• To his will and desires,
• And his alien ways.
•  
• For Leovic did venerate,
• The darkest of the Daedra,
• Hircine, Namira,
• And most of all,
• Mehrunes Dagon, Prince of Destruction.
•  
• Varen saw all this,
• And saw his people swayed,
• By vile forces,
• By the Emperor’s proclamations,
• And darkness claimed the land.
•  
• Yet he was loyal to the Throne,
• And a faithful supporter of Leovic,
• Regardless of the Emperor’s harsh manner,
• And his brutal beliefs.
•  
• Varen sought the wisdom of Abnur Tharn,
• Wisest of the Elder Council,
• Chancellor to the Ruby Throne,
• Father to Clivia, astute in the ways of politics,
•  
• And Abnur said to him,
• “Your loyalty is to the throne,
• And for that you should be commended,
• But does that loyalty truly
• Extend to the one who sits upon it?”
•  
• Varen considered the chancellor’s words,
• And watched the foul practices,
• Of the Daedric Princes in his land.
• And knew that were they to continue,
• His people’s souls could not be saved.
•  
• Varen Aquilarios,
• Duke of Chorrel, Count of Kvatch,
• Rose from his castle,
• Sounded his horn,
• And led his people to war.

Saga Of Varen’s Rebellion, Part 2

A dramatised rendition of the second part of a poem from ESO.

• Varen Aquilarios,
• Colovian rebel, Bane to the Emperor,
• Sat within his war camp,
• Brooding over his loss.
•  
• Varen called upon his people,
• And they rose for him in response,
• Striving against the Emperor’s forces,
• And against his hated Daedra.
•  
• His people quickly built,
• A wall across his border,
• Sealing off Kvatch and Chorrel,
• From the brutalities of the Empire.
•  
• The warriors of the Gold Coast,
• The mighty Second Legion,
• Rallied to his call,
• And marched against the Imperial Dragon.
•  
• Varen left his home in Kvatch
• To Carolus, his nephew, to defend,
• And sought Jaros Truptor,
• To make fast the walls for his people.
•  
• Yet the Emperor held his own great power,
• And sent his own legions in response,
• Legions loyal to the Ruby Throne,
• And hard warriors from the north,
• To crush the rebellion.
•  
• The two armies met in battle,
• At Fort Ash, between Chorros and Imperial City,
• The sides were evenly matched,
• And contested throughout the day,
• And into the deepening twilight.
•  
• And then the Emperor struck a blow,
• With allies most unearthly,
• Daedra from Oblivion, wielding foul magics,
• Sent by his masters, the Daedric Princes.
•  
• Servants of Hircine, Namira,
• And Mehunes Dagon most of all,
• Appeared on the flank of Varen’s army,
• Driving the rebel cohorts back in disarray.
•  
• Surprised, ambushed, betrayed,
• Varen called for the retreat,
• And while the Emperor’s forces
• Stopped to loot and feast upon their victory,
• Varen regrouped to heal and plan.
•  
• Now Varen sat at his campfire,
• Bloody and beaten,
• His troops routed and discouraged,
• And considered his next move carefully.
•  
• That’s when Abnur Tharn appeared,
• Once Chancellor to the Ruby Throne,
• Father to Clivia, wise in the ways of politics,
• With news for the duke’s ears alone.
•  
• Leyawiin had been liberated,
• And the Legion of Chorrol has rebelled,
• They would join their former duke,
• On the field of battle,
• Should he agree to fight on.
•  
• Varen Aquilarios,
• Colovian rebel, Bane to the Emperor,
• Rose from his campfire,
• Girded his sword and raised his shield,
• And once more took the battle to Leovic.

Saga Of Varen’s Rebellion, Part 3

A dramatised rendition of the third part of a poem from ESO.

• Varen Aquilarios,
• Colovian hero, Emperor of Cyrodiil,
• Sat upon his Ruby Throne,
• Brooding upon his fate.
•  
• After the debacle at Fort Ash,
• And reinforced by other rebel legions,
• Varen’s forces captured Bruma, in the north,
• And from there spread their rebellion,
• Through all corners of the Empire.
•  
• The rebels fought most valiantly,
• Against Reach and Daedra alike,
• Against betrayers and ambushers,
• To the very walls of Imperial City itself.
•  
• They breached those walls,
• And fought street by street,
• House by house,
• To the Imperial Palace.
•  
• And there Varen slayed Leovic,
• At the foot of the Ruby Throne,
• Driving his sword into the Dragon’s chest,
• Spilling Longhouse blood at the foot of the dais.
•  
• Then Varen took the Ruby Throne,
• Acclaimed by all his legions,
• They broke the power of the Daedric Princes,
• And the people of Cyrodiil rejoiced.
•  
• Yet Varen Aquilios was sorely vexed,
• For while he sat upon the throne,
• He was not of the blood of Dragons,
• As those who came before.
•  
• “Am I a false king?” he asked,
• “Do I deserve this mighty boon?”
• “I took the throne by force, not right.”
• “Am I worthy of my task?”
•  
• Then Abnur Tharn appeared,
• Now Chancellor to the Ruby Throne,
• Father to Clivia, wise in the ways of politics,
• Who spoke these words to his Emperor King.
•  
• “It is true that you are not Dragonborn,”
• “Yet I know how we may remedy this.”
• “I know a sorcerer, one Mannimarco,”
• “Who holds a secret you must know.”
•  
• “There is a relic, the Amulet of the Kings.”
• “Filled with great power and wisdom.”
• “It will restore the Dragonfires that protect our world.”
• “And make you the rightful ruler of the land.”
•  
• Varen Aquilarios,
• King of Cyrodiil, beloved by his people,
• Left behind the Ruby Throne,
• And gathered up his loyal companions,
• To begin one final quest.
•  
• One quest to bind his destiny, 
• And light the Dragonfires once again.

The Sea It Rises

Slightly changed from the shanty in ESO.

• The sea it rises with a mighty roar 
• The wind it blows from a distant shore 
• The waves they speed us on our way 
• The ship she dances in the spray!
•  
• All hands to halyards, hoist away! 
• Set sails to full and no delay! 
• The course we set we must sail true 
• Or sink ourselves in the briny blue!
•  
• Look to the port above the beach 
• Our destination we will reach 
• For our captain’s is a will of steel 
• Break his trust and you’ll kiss the keel!
•  
• All hands to halyards, hoist away! 
• Set sails to full and no delay! 
• The course we set we must sail true 
• Or sink ourselves in the briny blue!
•  
• The sea it settles on the shore 
• The wind will blow us nevermore 
• The waves are calm, there is no spray 
• Our ship sets sail some other day.
•  
• All hands to halyards, hoist away! 
• Set sails to full and no delay! 
• The course we set we must sail true 
• Or sink ourselves in the briny blue!

The Tale Of Syrabane

My version of a song from The Elder Scrolls.

• Gather round and hear the tale 
• Of Arch-Mage Syrabane 
• Through his Mercy and his might 
• He stopped the Thrassian Plague 
•  
• A war was the only way 
• To stop the plague at hand 
• So Syrabane called for aid 
• All throughout the land 
•  
• Oh, Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• Ye Mer of godly fate 
• Oh Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• The youngest of the Eight 
•  
• Man and Mer took up the call 
• They knew they could not fail 
• Together they combined their might 
• The All Flags Navy sailed 
•  
• With Bendu Olo at his side 
• Slinging sword and spell 
• Syrabane beat back the tide 
• The Coral Kingdom fell 
•  
• Oh, Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• Ye Mer of godly fate 
• Oh Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• The youngest of the Eight 
•  
• Now good Mer, remember well 
• The Arch-Mage Syrabane 
• For when dark times came to pass 
• He knew to ask for aid 
•  
• Oh, Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• Ye Mer of godly fate 
• Oh Syrabane, oh Syrabane 
• The youngest of the Eight 
•  
• The youngest of the Eight…

The Storm And The Sunflower

A poem from ESO I have set to music and altered slightly.

• The seas brought us together, now they’ll tear us apart. 
• I’ll breathe my last soon, sunflower, 
• And die with a scar of love upon my heart, 
• Content we dared to dream that we might end this war we didn’t start.
•  
• Bend your head now, sunflower 
• Kiss me with the soft petals of your lips one final time. 
• Pull me close, my sunflower, 
• The love we dared to share was not a crime. 
• We’d have known Mara’s grace had we but world enough and time.
•  
• And when you taste the prick of raindrops, imagine each one a kiss 
• And when you feel wind upon your face, know it’s my hands’ gentle caress 
• And when you hear the distant thunder, that’s me murmuring your name 
• Who knew when lightning met the sunflower, we would set the field aflame?
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• Will you remember me, my sunflower, 
• And all the dreams we had of being wed and wild and free? 
• Or will you follow me, my sunflower, 
• Remembering what we’d forfeit just so you and I could be?
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• Don’t gasp and pray for rain 
• When you might drink deeply of the sea. 
• Forgive the gods for taking me. 
• Say my name once more…then let it be.

Corelanya Love Song

From ESO, this is a traditional High Elf love song attributed to the High Elves of Clan Corelanya and dates to their time on Solstice, after the establishment of the faith of the Three Queens. I have set it to harp and violin.

• On our last night together
• We met ‘neath our thatch palm tree
• ‘Twas a night like any other
• I watched you look out to the sea
• And in those final violet moments
• I wished you looked that way at me
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• Today I woke without you
• And I promised you I wouldn’t grieve
• Today you were bound for the mainland
• Chasing wanderlust, seeking reprieve
• Today you traded the agony of staying
• For the ache that comes when you leave
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• Someday I’ll take it as kindness
• To abandon a lifetime of guilt
• Someday I’ll know it was mercy
• That you left before I watched you wilt
• ‘Til then I’ll imagine you looked back and missed me
• Though I know that’s now how you were built
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• Tomorrow I’ll wake alone still
• Perhaps I’ll look out to the sea
• I’ll picture your sails just before the horizon
• Imagine you looked back at me
• But your heart is for the mainland, and mine’s bound to Solstice
• I’m just glad we met at the turning point
• And shared this spot ‘neath the tree

Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee

Also known as ‘Turel Lurel Lurel Lee’. It is a Music Hall song from 1873. I have changed some of the lyrics and made it more dramatic by disposing of the ‘bouncy’ arrangement.

• Oh, I’m a fool as you can see 
• And I’ve been fooled so you’ll agree 
• When I tell you what occurred to me 
• And Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee; 
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• When Tooral and me went out to tea 
• With Sally McGee and she sat on my knee 
• And we couldn’t agree, ‘cos Tooral said he 
• Loved Sally McGee and she loved he; 
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• And so all three did disagree 
• And Sally McGee upset the tea 
• All over me and Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee 
• (And Tooral-ooral-i-doe and Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee) 
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• A feelin’ of anger o’er me spread 
• I threatened to punch young Tooral’s head 
• Then Sally’s face got awfully red 
• When I asked her which of the two she’d wed; 
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• She up and said, I was misled 
• And very ill-bred, on her heart to tread 
• That she couldn’t conceive why I thought she’d deceive 
• That she’d very much grieve if I disbelieve 
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• In her love, for she was certain that we 
• Would always agree and said that she 
• Would sooner have me than Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee 
• (Than Tooral-ooral-i-doe!)
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• So as on marriage we were bent 
• Why Sally and I to the altar went 
• Though I’m sorry she ever did give her consent 
• But the crime has carried the punishment; 
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• For she’s not content, that’s evident 
• And I often lament that I underwent 
• The experiment, for she’s violent 
• To such a degree, ‘cos I could see 
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• That Tooral Lee was much too free 
• And between you and me, I think that she 
• Is rather fond of Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee, 
• (Of Tooral-ooral-i-doe!)
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• And therefore as a last resource 
• I’m going to try and get a divorce 
• I find that’ll be the easiest course 
• And I’ll do it without the least remorse. 
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• For ye know, of course, I can’t be worse 
• I’d best be a horse or a bloated corpse; 
• Than to allow she and Tooral Lee 
• To treat poor me as if I was a flea, 
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• But I hope with glee, the day to see 
• When sorry she’ll be she discarded me, 
• Because she wanted Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee, 
• (For Tooral-ooral-i-doe!)
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• Tooral-ooral-i-doe! 
• (Tooral-ooral-i-doe!) 
• Tooral-ooral-ooral Lee! 
• (That scoundrel Tooral Lee!)

Until We Wander Home Again

A Traditional Wood Elf Folksong from ESO. I have changed the lyrics to remove repetition.

• I’ve walked many winding forest trails 
• Followed tracks without pause or thought 
• But in all my restless journeys, dear 
• Yours is the only path I’ve ever sought 
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• We used to amble side-by-side 
• Your hand fit mine like a well-worn glove 
• But this familiar path looks different now 
• And I can’t recall the face of my one love 
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• What once was clear is hard to find 
• Like the fading of a favorite song 

• I’ll walk these paths that fork and bend 
• Until I wander home again 
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• I used to know this weary road 
• Every tree and rock that marked the way 
• But time has passed and things have changed 
• Memories slip and soon decay 
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• Thoughts of you guide me through the wood 
• Like the fleeting specter of the coming dawn 
• But once I reach our cherished spot 
• The memory returns — but you’re not there 
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• What once was clear slips from my mind 
• Like the fading of a favorite song 
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• We walk these paths that fork and bend 
• Until we wander home again 
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• Until we wander home again 

Nineteen Summers Young

Loosely based on a 19th century English folk song. I have changed the setting to Tamriel and Elder Scrolls bardic style.

• As I wandered through the wilds of Valenwood 
• A fair lass approached in a velvet-like hood 
• With jewels on her wrists and some septims to spare 
• She claimed she was nineteen and a maiden fair 
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• She hailed from High Rock (or so she did say) 
• With a wink and a grin that brightened my day 
• In three weeks we married with goblets held high 
• By Zenithar’s beard, I thought I’d done right! 
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• Oh raise up your tankards as I swallow my pride! 
• She said she was nineteen, a sweet blushing bride! 
• But when midnight did come and her secrets were told 
• By Sheogorath’s madness, she was ninety years old! 
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• On our wedding night I near dropped dead in fright 
• She peeled off her paint ’til her skull glowed white 
• And from her left shoulder came padding galore 
• I cried out “By Dibella! What’s left to explore?” 
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• She twisted three fingers off one at a time 
• Unclasped her right leg, the stump covered in slime 
• Then off came her wig, what a sight to behold 
• “Y’aren’t just nineteen… you’re ancient and old!” 
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• Oh raise up your tankards as I swallow my pride! 
• She said she was nineteen, a sweet blushing bride! 
• But when midnight did come and her secrets were told 
• By Sheogorath’s madness, she was ninety years old! 
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• She pulled out her teeth like a clutch of old gems 
• Plucked her brows till her forehead showed skull once again 
• She giggled and said, “Aren’t I young, aren’t I gold?” 
• I wept for my coinpurse and promises sold… 
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• So heed me, young brothers, from Black Marsh to the Reach 
• When a fair maid comes whispering with perfumed speech 
• Check her eyes to her toes, lest your fate be retold 
• Of a bride not nineteen… but ancient and old!
• She was not nineteen but ninety years old!