What Knight is This?
by Sir William the Lucky

What knight is this, who, laid to rest
In cold dark ground is sleeping?
The Western King destruction brings,
And Eastern men are weeping.

This, this Cariadoc!
Who came to scoff and died of shock.
Haste, haste to lay the sod
O'er faded hopes of glory.

We Came Upon a Midnight Clear
Author Unknown

We came upon a midnight clear,
And battered down the gates;
We stormed the halls and climbed the walls,
Then smashed up all the plates.

We burned the tapestries, chairs, and beds,
Until we'd burned them all,
And when we'd burned all else in sight,
We went and burned the hall!

Joy to the World
(Tune Joy to the World)
By Sir Steven MacEanruig and Sir William the Lucky

Joy to the world, for war has come,
And we can fight again.
Let every foe know fear and woe,
And swords and axes swing,
And swords and axes swing,
And swords and swords and axes swing.

We'll rule the world with axe and mace,
And Heaven up above.
Let battle cry ring fierce and high,
For war is what we love,
For war is what we love,
For war, for war, is what we love.

Joy to the world, for war has come,
With sword, and arrows' flight.
We'll maim and slay, all through the day,
And rape and loot at night,
And rape and loot at night,
And rape, and rape, and loot at night.

Ye Children All of Mother Earth
By Ellen Reed
(Tune: "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear")

Ye children all of Mother Earth
Join hands and circle around
To celebrate the Solstice night
When our lost Lord is found.
Rejoice, the year has begun again
The Sun blesses skies up above
So share the season together now
In everlasting Love!

Greensleeves

Alas my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously,
And I have loved you so long,
Delighting in your company.

CHORUS: (repeat after each verse)
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight;
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?

I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave;
I have both waged life and land,
Your love and good will for to have.

I bought thee kerchiefs for thy head,
That were wrought fine and gallantly;
I kept thee both at board and bed,
Which cost my purse well favoredly.

I bought thee petticoats of the best,
The cloth so fine as fine might be;
I gave thee jewels for thy chest,
And all this cost I spent on thee.

Thy smock of silk, both fair and white,
With gold embroidered gorgeously,
Thy petticoat of Sendall right,
And this I bought thee gladly.

Thy girdle of the gold so red,
With pearls bedecked sumptuously,
The like no other lasses had,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy purse and also thy gay gilt knives,
Thy pincase gallant to the eye;
No better wore the Burgesse wives,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy crimson stockings all of silk,
With gold all wrought above the knee,
Thy pumps as white as was the milk,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

Thy gown was of the glossy green,
Thy sleeves of satin hanging by,
Which made thee be our Harvest Queen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.

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