Re: Happy Birthday Song

[Matthew Allen Newsome <mnewsome@warren-wilson.edu>]

Poster: Matthew Allen Newsome <mnewsome@warren-wilson.edu>

>From one Eogan to another, here goes...
(of course I had to know this many verses ;)

THE SCA HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG
tune:  "Volga Boatmen"

Happy Birthday! (UHH!)  Happy Birthday!  (UHH!)
Death and gloom and black dispair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday! (UHH!)  Happy Birthday! (UHH!)

Now you are the age you are
Your demise cannot be far

May the candles on your cake
Burn like cities in your wake

Burn the castle, storm the keep
Kill hte women, SAVE THE SHEEP!

May your deeds with sheep and yaks
Equal those with sword and axe

Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you

They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse

So you're 29 again
Don't tell lies to your good friend

So another year has passed
Don't look now they're gaining fast

Black Death just struck your town
You yourself feel quite run down

We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!

So far death you have bypassed
Don't look back it's gaining fast

I'm a leper, can't you see
Have a birthday kiss from me

Burn, then rape by firelight
Add -romance- to life tonight

Birthdays come but once a year,
Marking time as Death draws near

Fear and gloom and darkness but
No one found out YOU KNOW WHAT

You're a period cook, it's true
Ask the beetles in the stew

Now your jail-bait days are done
Let's go out and have some fun!

You must marry very soon
Baby's due the next full moon

Were I sitting in your shoes
I'd go out and sing the blues

Though you're turning 29
Age to you is like fine wine

Now you've lived another year
Age to you is like stale beer

Long ago your hair turned gray
Now it's falling out they say

It's your birthday, never fear
You'll be dead this time next year

See the wrinkles on your face
Like the patterns of fine lace

Indegestion's what you get
>From the enemies you 'et

This one lesson you must learn
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn

While you eat your birthday stew
We will sack a town for you

Death will come before the dawn
Now's the time to party on!

Now you've lived another year
And your death is drawing near

Raise your cup of bitter cheer
Make the barman eat his ear

People starving on the earth
Go ahead, eat your dessert

Rape the horses while they sleep
See the women wail and weep

So you've aged another year
Surely death will soon be here.

Happy Birthday, etc., ad nauseum.

Aye,
Eogan
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