Category: Bardic

What Do The Carraig Ban Do?

What Do the Carraig Ban Do?

(Lyrics by Carraig Bán Barronial Bard, Líadan Liathán,
TTO What Do the Simple Folk Do? by Fredrick Loewe)

[Honda]
What do the Carraig Bán do
To help them define themselves true?
The herald who is hailing, the player with her strum?
The scribe who fears of smearing the ink with his thumb?
What is the Carraig Bán creed
Of peerage noblessly obliged,
How do they whom we manage define this barony?
Oh, how do Carraig Bán be, do you see?

[Samii],
I have been informed by those who know them well
They find relief in quite a clever way
When they’re sorely pressed, they tap a keg of brew
And drinking seems to brighten up their day
And that’s what Carraig Bán do,
So they say.

[Honda]
PBR?

[Samii]
So they say.

[Honda]
What else do the Carraig Bán do
To bolden the heart and get through?
The Populace and Pointies
Who wander to and fro
Have ways known to their own folk
We throne folk don’t know.
When A&S deadlines all loom
What keeps each in their working room?
What ancient native custom provides the needed glow?
Oh, what do Carraig Bán do?
Do you know?

[Samii]
Once, quite late at night, I came upon a group
Belting out the chorus to a filk.
When I asked them why, they told me they’re a troupe
And practice is indemic to their ilk,
And that’s what Carraig Bán do
They sing filk.

[Honda]
They sing?

[Samii]
Some say sing.

[Honda/Samii]
Arise, Midrealm, arise, Midrealm
The Dragon is mounting the skies, Midrealm
The field throngs with armies strong,
And Carraig Bán joins in the fray.
Hear trumpets call to one and all,
Taste victory while you may!
The War cries sound, the drums do pound,
The battle will be won today!…

[Honda]
What else do the Carraig Bán do?
To know they are Carraig Bán, too?
What single thing defines them as Carraig Bán at heart?
What makes the Carraig Bán know their critical part?
What, then, I wonder, do they
That sets them apart in some way?
They have some strong tradition you haven’t mentioned yet.
Oh, what do Carraig Bán do that is set?

[Samii]
Often, I am told, they dance a stately dance
And whirl about with jigs and leaps controlled.
Soon the mind is fired, the dancers in a trance,
A noble trance astounding to behold.
And that’s what Carraig Bán do,
So I’m told.

[Dancing ensues.]

[Honda]
What else do the Carraig Bán do
To help them assume a true hue?

[Samii]
They always stand together. They fight and never yield.
And that’s what Carraig Bán do.

[Honda]
Oh, yes, really?

[Samii]
I have it on the best authority

[Honda/Samii]
Yes, that’s what Carraig Bán do.

Redneck Viking

Redneck Viking

written for Baroness Epona Brodin, the Redneck Baroness of Carraig Ban
by Hannah the Storyteller, Premier Bardic Champion of Carraig Ban

Well she ain’t never
Been the stuck up type
No she won’t prance around at court
She’d rather drink beer all night
In a tavern or an encampment
She wants a ceramic solo cup
She’s got a keg in her camp of Guinness Lite to serve up
Nobody looks down on her
‘Cause if they did we’d fight
We’d sail well-armored to their far-off kingdom
to help them see the light
 
She’s just a redneck viking
She ain’t no high class peer
She’s just a subject of the Midrealm
She leads her barony and drinks beer
And she goes out eventing
‘cross the knowne world all year long
Now so great is her word-fame
that her deeds must live in song
So let’s hear from all you vikings
out there keeping it country
Let me get a big “Hell Yeah” from the CBanners like me
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
 
Fine linen dresses
Well that stuff’s real nice
Oh but she can make the same damn thing
out of beer boxes half price
And still look period
Just as period
As those Laurels at front gate
No she don’t need no high price tag
to make her garb look great
You might think she’s trashy
A little too hard core
But in her neck of the woods
She’s just the Pel next door
Yeah she’s a redneck viking
She ain’t no high class peer
She’s just a subject of the Midrealm
She leads her barony and drinks beer
And she goes out eventing
‘cross the knowne world all year long
Now so great is her word-fame
that her deeds must live in song
So let’s hear from all you vikings
out there keeping it country
Let me get a big “Hell Yeah” from the CBanners like me
Hell yeah
Hell yeah[instrumental break]
 
She’s a redneck viking
She ain’t no high class peer
She’s just a subject of the Midrealm
She leads her barony and drinks beer
And she goes out eventing
‘cross the knowne world all year long
Now so great is her word-fame
that her deeds must live in song
So let’s hear from all you vikings
out there keeping it country
Let me get a big “Hell Yeah” from the CBanners like me
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
Hell yeah
I said hell yeah