If you know the words, sing along!
...I knew I was going to do this. I just knew it.
Traditional Dalmascan Folk Song #211
(Dated to the late Archadian Empire's annexation of the Galtean Penninsula in the year Old Valendia 704, this piece is believed to be a fragment of a larger epic ballad of old, and the addition or variation of verses are commonplace. It remains widely performed even today, especially in the Galtean Penninsula, but also, strangely, in the Republic of Archades. Scholars have long argued as to the identity of the speaker or speakers in the fourth-to-last and second-to-last verses; however, of late it has been generally agreed upon that this dialogue between the aforementioned and Princess Ashelia Banargin Dalmasca is merely metaphorical and does not reflect real-world events.)
Lord Rassler was a gentle man
With hair of burnished gold
And he married fair Ashelia
Of Wrathwall's line of old.
He had not been a week away
A week but only one
When fair Ashelia first heard tell
Her own true love was gone
He had not been a week entombed
A week but only four
When word came back from Nalbina
Her kingdom was no more
And she's put on her keenest mythril sword
And her hareskin boots to the knee
And she's gone into the Westersand
To fight for her own country
And she's put on her shield of tortoiseshell
And her hareskin boots so plain
And she's gone into the Estersand
For to win it back again
"We'll give thee shards of Nethycite
For to win back thy country
We'll give to thee thy heart's desire
And we'll choose thy destiny."
"I need no shards of Nethycite
For to win back my country
And the only thing my heart desires
Is to choose my own destiny."
"We know thou hadst thine own true love
Who was cruelly took from thee
We'll give thee back thine own true love
And we'll choose thy destiny."
"My own true love is dead and gone
He cannot return to me
And I would not trade my own true love
For the choice of my destiny!"
Other folksongs (I Gave My Love a Feystone, The Cockatrice, Basch the Traitor) possibly forthcoming. God. Have I turned into Mercedes Lackey?
Traditional Dalmascan Folk Song #211
(Dated to the late Archadian Empire's annexation of the Galtean Penninsula in the year Old Valendia 704, this piece is believed to be a fragment of a larger epic ballad of old, and the addition or variation of verses are commonplace. It remains widely performed even today, especially in the Galtean Penninsula, but also, strangely, in the Republic of Archades. Scholars have long argued as to the identity of the speaker or speakers in the fourth-to-last and second-to-last verses; however, of late it has been generally agreed upon that this dialogue between the aforementioned and Princess Ashelia Banargin Dalmasca is merely metaphorical and does not reflect real-world events.)
Lord Rassler was a gentle man
With hair of burnished gold
And he married fair Ashelia
Of Wrathwall's line of old.
He had not been a week away
A week but only one
When fair Ashelia first heard tell
Her own true love was gone
He had not been a week entombed
A week but only four
When word came back from Nalbina
Her kingdom was no more
And she's put on her keenest mythril sword
And her hareskin boots to the knee
And she's gone into the Westersand
To fight for her own country
And she's put on her shield of tortoiseshell
And her hareskin boots so plain
And she's gone into the Estersand
For to win it back again
"We'll give thee shards of Nethycite
For to win back thy country
We'll give to thee thy heart's desire
And we'll choose thy destiny."
"I need no shards of Nethycite
For to win back my country
And the only thing my heart desires
Is to choose my own destiny."
"We know thou hadst thine own true love
Who was cruelly took from thee
We'll give thee back thine own true love
And we'll choose thy destiny."
"My own true love is dead and gone
He cannot return to me
And I would not trade my own true love
For the choice of my destiny!"
Other folksongs (I Gave My Love a Feystone, The Cockatrice, Basch the Traitor) possibly forthcoming. God. Have I turned into Mercedes Lackey?