Myths Of Amareth

Stories

The Blade of Wrath

The Amareth have a legend about an accursed sword. The sword belonged to an Incubus set to sow discord in the kingdom. The incubus gave the sword to the youngest prince, but cursed it to inspire envy in the eldest. The eldest prince desired the sword so greatly that he had his brother murdered so he could take the sword for himself. The sword whispered to the prince, urging him to darker and darker acts. But the curse continued, and the prince was murdered by his own bodyguard who coveted the blade. And so the blade carved its way across the land, leaving a trail of blood.

The Silver Lances

The first true knighthood were the Silver Lances, led by Mathias. Mathias was tutored by an elf called Nadriethien, and embraced the teachings of honor and courage. He rode with twenty others, and they were a beacon of light in a land under the domination of Mathias’s elder brother, the dark King Humphrey. At the behest of the church, Mathias declared war on his brother, and took the throne, beginning the golden era of Amareth history. The knighthood obeyed twelve tenets:
1. In service be noble
2. Be merciful, generous, courteous, and humble, and seek not glory for thyself
3. By word and action speak only truth
4. Be courageous and recoil not from enemies
5. Be a shield for the helpless and a sword for the weak
6. Uphold always the just law of the land
7. Be diligent and industrious, for we are stewards of the land
8. In thought and action remain pure and true
9. Respect your fellows, be they friend or foe
10. Shed no innocent blood, nor allow innocent blood to be shed.
11. Death before dishonor
12. Know thou art answerable to God and the Holy Church
The Silver Lances no longer exist, they were killed in a heroic battle against a horde of barbarians, but other knighthoods with similar oaths have taken their place. Most knighthoods require members to be of noble birth.

Songs

The Flight of the Paladins

The sky is the stage, with a storm all around;
The audience helplessly waits on the ground.
The dragons above claim the sky as their own,
And flame marks the path over which they have flown.
Then up from below comes a thunderous cry;
The paladin airborne appears in the sky!
Each knight on his Pegasus, lances at hand;
To battle they ride, in a glorious stand.
Mere words can't describe the magnificent fight,
As dragon and paladin battle this night.
Raw courage and steel against talon and breath,
As more than one hero earns honor in death.
The blood of both evil and good falls like rain,
But when it is over, no dragons remain.
Perhaps but a dream, or a vision, and yet,
Those sharing this vision shall never forget.

Aria

I praise you day by day - father in heaven our saviour -
the golden era leaves us now.
Sadness and loneliness on my heart -
happiness and delight on my thoughts.
A new season on the horizon - long is the day - long is the night.
Praise youth - and it will always be there.

Prayer

Hush - lay down your troubled mind
The day has vanished and left us behind
And the wind - whispering soft lullabies
Will soothe - so close your eyes

Let your arms enfold us
Through the dark of night
Will your angels hold us
Till we see the light

Sleep - angels will watch over you
And soon beautiful dreams will come true
Can you feel spirits embracing your soul
So dream while secrets of darkness unfold

The Cradle Song

On wings of the wind oe’r the dark rolling deep
Angels are coming to watch oe’r thy sleep
Angels are coming to watch over thee
So list to the wind coming over the sea

Chorus
Hear the wind blow dear
Hear the wind blow
Hang your head over
And hear the wind blow

Oh winds of the night may your fury be crossed
May no one that’s dear to our fair land be lost
Blow the wind gently, calm be the foam
Shine the light brightly to guide them home

Chorus

The currachs are sailing way out in the blue
Laden with herring of silvery hue
Silver the herrin’ and silver the sea
And soon there’ll be silver for baby and me

Chorus

The currachs tomorrow will stand on the shore
And Daddy goes sailing, sailing no more
The nets will be drying, the nets heaven blessed
And safe in my arms dear contented he’ll rest

Chorus x 2

Londonderry Air

Would god I were the apple blossom
That floats and falls from off the twisted bough
To lie and faint within your silken bosom
Within your silken bosom as that does now!

Or would I were a little burnished apple
For you to pluck me gliding by so cold
While sun and shade, your robe of lawn will dapple
Your robe of lawn and your hairs spun gold

Yea would to god I were among the roses
That lean to kiss you as you float between
While on the lowest branch, a bud uncloses
A bud uncloses to touch you my queen

Nay since you will not love, would I were not growing
A happy daisy in the garden path
That so your silver foot might press me growing
Might press me going even unto death

Ned of the hill

Oh dark is the evening and silent the hour
Oh who is that minstrel by yon shady tower
Whose harp is so tenderly touching with skill
Oh who could it be, but young Ned of the Hill

And he sings lady love will you come with me now
O come and live merrily under the bough
I’ll pillow you head where the light fairies tread
If you will be wed with young Ned of the Hill

Ned’s own true lady love, young Mary by name
Is high bred and born to a family of great fame
With tears in her eyes, she speaks sad and slow
I do love you Ned, but with you cannot go

My father’s forbid me to marry but one
His dearest and best friends only cruel son
So unless you can steal me away this night
I bid you not stay but quickly take flight

A true minstrel, Ned, though he comes from the hill
Has learned all he can from his bardic skill
Of lovers before who righted the wrong
And he takes and idea from one favorite song

He sings to his love and the moon takes it flight
Be ready my heart to leave this very might
And when you next hear my harp’s gentle cry
We both from this place like birds will fly

Young Ned of the hill has no castle or hall
No bowmen or spearmen to come at his call
But one little archer of exquisite skill
Has loosed a bright shaft for young Ned of the Hill

It is hard to escape to this young lady’s bower
For high is the castle and guarded the tower
But there is a way where’re there’s a will
And young Mary is gone with young Ned of the Hill

Shanties

Good Bye, Fare Thee Well

We're going away to leave you now
Good bye, fare thee well
Good bye, fare thee well
We're going away to leave you now
Hoorah, me boys, we're homeward bound

Ah, give me the girl with the bonny brown hair
Your hair of brown is the talk of the town

So fare you we're homeward bound
Homeward bound to Liverpool town

So fill up your glasses for those who were kind
And drink to the girls we leaving behind

We're homeward bound I hear them say
We're homeward bound with eleven months pay

Our anchor we'll weigh, our sails we will set
The friends we are leaving we'll never forget

Common Sailors

I'm the man before the mast
That ploughs the raging sea
And on this simple subject
Will you please enlighten me
Common sailors we are called
Come tell me the reason why
And on this simple subject I'll reply

Don't you call us common sailors anymore
Don't you call us common sailors anymore
Good things to you we bring
Don't you call us common men
We're as good as anybody that's on shore

The young girls of this country
Their growing days we bless
We brings them silks and satins
Out of which they makes a dress
To gain the heart of some young man
As fancy dresses do
Don't never despise the sailor boys
That sails the ocean blue

The young gents of this country
They're sitting at their ease
Not thinking on the stormy nights
That we spent on the seas
We brings the leaves to make cigars
To decorate their face
They wouldn't call us common
If they were sometimes in our place

When speaking of a man ashore
We never hear you say
He's a common this or common that
Be his calling what it may
Be he a travelling tinker,
Or a scavanger, or a sweep
Then why call us common sailors
Who battle with the deep

Drunken Sailor

Chorus
Way, hay up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Way, hay, up she rises,
Earlye in the morning!

What will we do with the drunken sailor?
What will we do with the drunken sailor?
What will we do with the drunken sailor?
Earlye in the morning?

Put him in the scuppers with the hose pipe on him

Hoist him aboard with a running bowline

Put him in the brig until he's sober.

Make him turn to at shining bright work.

Put him in a boat and row him over

Hoist him up to the topsail yardarm

Make him clean out all the spit-kids

The Sailor's Loves

The maiden, oh, the maiden oh.
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!
A maid that is young,
A maid that is fair,
A maid that is kind and pleasant, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves the maiden, oh!

Tobacco, oh, tobacco, oh,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh.
A packet of bird's-eye,
Packet of cut
A plug of hard tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning,
The sailor loves tobacco, oh.

The bottle, oh, the bottle oh,
The sailor loves the bottle, oh,
So early in the morning
The sailor loves the bottle oh.
A bottle of brandy,
Bottle of gin,
A bottle of Irish whisky, oh!
So early in the morning
The sailor loves his bottle, oh!

The maiden oh, the bottle, oh,
A pipe of good tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning
The sailor loves all these, heigh ho.
A bottle of spirit,
A maiden fair,
A plug of good tobacco, oh,
So early in the morning
These are the sailor's loves, heigh ho.

The Pirate Song

My boat's by the tower, and my bark's on the bay,
and both must be gone at the dawn of the day.
The moon's in her shroud, and to light thee afar
On the deck of the daring's a lovelighted star.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,

So forgive me my rough mood unaccustomed to sue;
I woo not, perhaps, as your landlubbers do.
My voice is attuned to the sound of the gun
That startles the deep when the combat's begun.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,

The Amareth and Elf will flee from our path,
and the Falkorans cower below at our wrath,
And our sails shall be gilt in the gold of the day,
And the sea robins sing as we roll on our way.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,

A hundred shall serve - the best of the brave,
And the chief of a thousand shall kneel as thy slave,
And thou shalt reign queen, and thy empire shall last
Till the black flag by inches, is torn from the mast.
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,
So wake, lady wake, I am waiting for thee,
Oh, this night or never my bride thou shalt be,

The Mingalay Boat Song

Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys
Bring her head 'round, and all together
Hail ya ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingalay

What care we how wild the minch is
What care we for windy weather
Hail ya ho boys, every inch is
Sailing closer to Mingalay

Wives and sweethearts on the hillside
Looking seaward through the heather
Let her go boys, and we'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets on Mingalay

When the wind is wild with shouting
And the waves mount ever higher
Anxious eyes turn ever seaward
To see us home, boys, to Mingalay

The Mermaid Song

When I was a lad in a fishing town
My old man said to me:
"You can spend your life, your jolly life
Sailing on the sea.
You can search the world for pretty girls
Til your eyes grow weak and dim,
But don't go fishing for a mermaid, son
If you don't know how to swim"

'Cause her hair was green as seaweed
Her skin was blue and pale
I loved that girl with all my heart
I only liked the upper part
I did not like the tail

So I signed aboard of a whaling ship
And my first very day at sea
There I spied in the waves,
Reaching out for me
"Come live with me in the sea said she,
Down on the ocean floor
And I'll show you many's a wonderous thing
That you've never seen before

So over I jumped and she pulled me down,
Down to her seaweed bed
A pillow made of tortoise-shell
She placed beneath my head
She fed me shrimp and caviar
Upon a silver dish
From her head to her waist was just to my taste
But the rest of her was a fish

'Cause …

Then one day, she swam away
So I sang to the clams and the whales
"Oh, how I miss her seagreen hair
And the silvery shine of her scales
Then her sister, she swam by
And set my heart awhirl
From her head to her waste was an ugly fish
But the rest of her was a girl

'Cause her hair was green as seaweed
Her skin was blue and pale
I loved that girl with all my heart
I did not like the upper part
And that's how I get my …

Come loose every sail to the breeze.

Come loose every sail to the breeze.
The course of my vessel improve;
I've done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love.
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
I've done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love.

Since Emma is true as she's fair,
My griefs I fling all to the wind,
'Tis a pleasing return for my care,
My mistress is constant and kind.
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
I've done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love.

My sails are all filled to my dear,
What tropic bird swifter can move?
Who, cruel, shall hold his career,
That returns to the nest of his love?
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
I've done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love.

Then hoist every sail to the breeze,
Come, shipmates, and join in the song;
Let's drink while the ship cuts the seas,
To the gale that may drive her along.
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love,
I've done with the toils of the seas,
Ye sailors, I'm bound to my love.

Ward the Pirate

Come all you gallant seamen bold,
All you that march to drum,
Let's go and look for Captain Ward,
Far on the sea he roams.
He is the biggest robber
That ever you did hear,
there's not been such a robber found
For above this hundred year.

A ship was sailing from the east
And going to the west,
Loaded with silks and satins
And velvets of the best;
But meeting there with Captain Ward,
It was a bad meeting;
He robbed them of all their wealth,
And bid them tell their king.

O then the King proved a ship of noble fame,
She's call'd the Royal Rainbow
If you would have her name;
She was as well provided for
As any ship can be,
Full thirteen hundred men on board
To bear her company.

'Twas eight o'clock in the morning
When they began to fight,
And so they did continue there
Till nine o'clock at night;
Fight on, fight on, says Captain Ward
This sport well pleases me,
For if you fight this month or more,
Your master I will be.

O then the gallant Rainbow, she fired
She fired in vain.
Till six and thirty of her men
All on the deck were slain;
Go home, go home, says Captain Ward
And tell your king for me,
If he reigns king all on the land
Ward will reign king on the sea.

Three Fishers

Three fishers went sailing out into the west,
Iout into the west as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who lov'd him the best,
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And there's little to earn, and many to keep,
Though the harbor bar be moaning.

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tow'r
And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down;
They looked at the squall, and they looked at the show'r,
And the night-rack came rolling up, ragged and brown.
But men must work, and women must weep,
Tho' storms be sudden and waters deep;
And the harbor bar be moaning.

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands
In the morning gleam as the tide went down,
And the women are weeping and wringing their hands
For those who will never come back to the town;
For men must work,and women must weep,
And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep;
And good-bye to the bar and its moaning.

Farewell to Grog

Come, messmates, pass the bottle 'round
Our time is short, remember,
For our grog must stop,
And our spirits drop,
On the first day of September.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Farewell old rye, 'tis a sad, sad word
But alas! it must be spoken,
The ruby cup must be given up,
And the demijohn be broken.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Jack's happy days will soon be gone,
To return again, oh never!
For they've raised his pay five cents a day,
But stopped his grog forever.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Yet memory oft' will backward turn,
And dwell with fondness partial,
On the days when gin was not a sin,
Nor cocktails brought courts-martial.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober
.

All hands to splice the main brace, call,
But splice it now in sorrow
For the spirit-room key will be laid away
Forever, on tomorrow.
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

White Wings

Sail! home, as straight as an arrow,
My yacht shoots along on the crest of the sea;
Sail! home, to sweet Maggie Darrow,
In her dear little home
She is waiting for me.

High up! where cliffs they are craggy
There's where, the girl of my heart waits for me
Heigh! ho, I long for you, Maggie
I'll spread out my "White Wings"
And sail home to thee.

Yo! ho, how we go!
Oh! how the winds blow!
"White Wings" they never grow weary,
They carry me cherrily over the sea.
Night comes, I long for my dearie,
I'll spread out my "White Wings"
And sail home to thee.

The Drowned Lover

As I was a walking down in Stokes Bay
I met a drowned sailor on the beach as he lay
And as I drew nigh him, it put me to a stand.,
When I knew it was my own true Love
By the marks on his hand.

As he was a sailing from his own dear shore
Where the waves and the billows so loudly do roar,
I said to my true Love, I shall see you no more
So farewell, my dearest, you're the lad I adore.

She put her arms around him, saying O! My dear!
She wept and she kiss'd him ten thousand times o'er.
O I am contented to lie by thy side.
And in a few moments, this lover she died.

And all in the churchyard these two were laid,
Anda stone for remembrance was laid on her grave,
My joys are all ended, my pleasures are fled,
This grave that I lie in is my new married bed.

All For Me Grog

It's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All gone for beer and tobacco.
Spent all me tin on the lassies drinking gin,
And across the western ocean I must wander.

Where are me boots, me noggy noggy boots,
They've all gone for beer and tobacco.
The leather's kicked about and the soles are all worn out,
And my toes are looking out for better weather.

Where is me shirt, me noggy noggy shirt,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
The collar's all worn out and the front is kicked about,
And my tails are looking out for better weather.

Where is me bed, me noggy noggy bed,
It's all gone for beer and tobacco.
I lent it to a whore and now it's all a-wore,
And the springs are looking out for better weather.

Where is me wench, me noggy noggy wench,
She's all gone for beer and tobacco.
Her lips are all worn out and her front is kicked about,
And her tail is looking out for better weather.

I feel sick in the head and I haven't been to bed,
Since first I came ashore with me plunder.
I see centipedes and snakes and I'm full of pains and aches,
And I think that I should push out over yonder.

Heart of Oak

Come cheer up my lads, it's to glory we steer,
To add something more to this wonderful year.
To honor we call you, as free men, not slaves,
For who are so free as the sons of the waves.

Heart of oak are our ships,
Heart of oak are our men.
We always are ready,
Steady, boys, steady,
We'll fight and we'll conquer, again and again.

Our worthy forefathers, let's give them a cheer,
To climates unknown did courageously steer.
Through oceans to deserts, for freedom they came,
And dying, bequeathed us their freedom and fame.

Heavy the beat of the weary waves,

Heavy the beat of the weary waves,
Falling, falling, o'er and o'er upon the rocky shore,
When he comes no more alas! no more!
Och-one! Evermore, Och-one.

Tears of despair from the weeping sky,
Falling to the earth beneath,
And o'er the gloomy heath
Hangs a misty pall of death, of death!
Och-one! Evermore, Och-one!

The Fair Sailor Lad

O the fair sailor lad
He was handsome and free,
And he loved a gentle maid,
And his wife she would be:
"O my fair sailor lad,
Come and bide here wi' me!"
But the fair sailor lad
Sailed away, 'cross the sea.

O the fair sailor lad
He was wae and forlorn:
"I maun see yon gentle maid
From whose side I was torn.
Tho' he sailed that very tide
Her he saw not again,
For that fair sailor lad
Sleeps for aye 'neath the main.

O the fair sailor lad
He was handsome and free,
And he loved a gentle maid,
And his wife she would be:
"O my fair sailor lad,
Come and bide here wi'me!"
But the fair sailor lad
Sleeps alone 'neath the sea.

Blow the wind Southerly,

Blow the wind Southerly,
Southerly, Southerly,
Blow the wind
South o'er the bonnie blue sea.
Blow the wind Southerly,
Southerly, Southerly
Blow bonnie breeze,
My true lover to me.

They told me last night
There were ships in the offing
And I hurried down
To the deep rolling sea.
But my eye could not see it
Wherever might be it,
The bark that is bearing
My lover to me.

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