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A Gonnagle of the Nac Mac Feegles
For always being drunk and causing fights
We were kicked out by the Queen of Fairies
Now I write the poems and play the mouse-pipes
And help them lift a cow from time to time
Ah for my life as a gonnagle, their bard
I’m the one intelligent guy in my clan
Advising male Feegles is very very hard
There’s narry been a one with any sense
What is a Nac Mac Feegle, you may ask?
Six inches high an’ sporting bright red hair
For a drink or two, I’ll take on the task
Telling stories of the wee free men
They've been a’travellin’ for a lang lang time
An’ stealing food and drink ‘cross the universe
Crossing worlds is one of their pastimes
Straight leg and a wiggle’s all that’s needed
Ah for my life as a gonnagle, their bard
I’m the one intelligent guy in my clan
Advising male Feegles is very very hard
They don’t stop kicking long enough to hear
But they are men of honour who’d only snag
A horse or pig from those who’d never miss one
Never rob from the weak and respect the hag
That’s what they call their local witch, you ken
Strong they are and fearless in combat
Faster than humans and unseen by choice
Powerful with boots and fond of head-butts
Even taking on the hugest foes
Ah for my life as a gonnagle, their bard
I’m the one intelligent guy in my clan
Advising male Feegles is very very hard
They’re brawny as cockroaches and dumber
So you should avoid the burial mounds
Unless you are a friend of the Kelda
And if you’re a lawyer then never come round
Their swords’ll glow blue - you’ll soon be gone
Ah for my life as a gonnagle, their bard
I’m the one intelligent guy in my clan
Advising male Feegles is very very hard
Imagine tiny, tattooed soccer hooligans!
Then try to unimagine them; you can’t
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Forgotten Beast
04:10
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Forgotten Beast
Cyrin shares the secret knowledge
Riddles told in a flute-smooth voice
With glowing tusks he will acknowledge
Tales he tells are a careful choice
I am Sybil, I am caught between
The riddle and the answer and so
There is no freedom, and much unseen
Who must I call so I can know?
O Lord of Wisdom with eyes of red
Please answer me a riddle
With eyes downcast and lowered head
“That one I cannot answer”
King Pwill’s three sons went hunting
Seven nights later, one came back
Gone half-mad, his tale amazing
A moon-coloured boar they’d tracked
The giant Graf, hit in one eye
By a stone, his view looked inward
With what he saw, he chose to die
Peace could never be restored
O Lord of Wisdom with eyes of red
Please answer me a riddle
With eyes downcast and lowered head
“That one I cannot answer”
The wise boar says to find the key
To my riddles, search the heart
Cyrin, what will set me free?
Help me for I fall apart
O Lord of Wisdom with eyes of red
Please answer me a riddle
With eyes downcast and lowered head
“That one I cannot answer”
Cyrin, what will set me free?
Have you the answer yet for me?
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Rooted
03:14
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Rooted
I’m just a village girl, in torn and dirty clothes
Been helping in the gardens and the fields
I’m just a village girl, and all the village knows
There’s no chance the wizard would choose me
Rooted - I am rooted here for good
Rooted - I am rooted in this soil
Rooted - Though I fear the Wood
I would never leave this land
Oh, I would never leave this land
Eleven will line up at the harvest feast
I‘m not the special girl, the pretty one
Another will be taken, to my mother’s great relief
Oh, dear Kasia, my friend, you must be brave!
Rooted – we are rooted here for good
Rooted – we are rooted in this soil
Rooted - Though we fear the Wood
We would never leave this land
Oh, we would never leave this land
On that very day, a woman will return
No tales of her lost years will she share
With her new wealth, the village she will spurn
Like all those before, no longer one of us
(instrumental chorus)
Oh Kasia, come back; be the girl we knew
Remember who you are for ten whole years
We’ve always known the Wizard would choose you
To take you to his tower at seventeen
Rooted - I am rooted here for good
Rooted - I am rooted in this soil
Rooted - Though I fear the Wood
I would never leave this land
Oh, I would never leave this land
The Wizard has appeared in the village square
Grabbed me by the hand and we are gone
I have been ..... uprooted.
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Living a Lie
03:28
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Living a Lie
Don’t get me wrong; I love the life
And it’s my best chance to survive
Every day I hail the cake and cheese
But every day I’m living a lie
Every Aeslin mouse is cheering
Well, that’s sure nothing new
Every Aeslin mouse is singing hymns
Cause that’s what they always do
I’ve got the blue mark on my fur
To prove I’m a priest but it’s a fraud
For no one has convinced me yet
That Verity Price is a god
My ancestors worshipped chickens
And some of them worshipped a tree
Now I hail the Arboreal Princess but
It just doesn’t seem right to me
My thoughts have to stay in the closet
Or I’d be gone from the colony
Nobody’s heard from those that leave
They’ve been lost to our history
Every Aeslin mouse is cheering [Hurray!]
Well, that’s sure nothing new
Every Aeslin mouse is playing hymns
Cause that’s what they always do
I’ve got the blue mark on my fur
To prove I’m a priest but it’s a fraud
For no one has convinced me yet
That Verity Price is a god
Hail! Hail! No I Don't Know What It Is But It's Bleeding All Over
The Floor!
Hail! Hail! I Swear Daddy I’ll Kiss the Next Man That Walks Through That Door!
So I’ll keep being one of those mice
Dressed up and too cute to kill
As long as there are Prices there’ll be Aeslin
Keep the celebrations, yes I will
Every Aeslin mouse is cheering
Well, that’s sure nothing new
Every Aeslin mouse is writing hymns
Cause that’s what they always do
I’ve got the blue mark on my fur
To prove I’m a priest but it’s a fraud
For no one has convinced me yet
That Verity Price is a god
[Spoken] Shouldn’t a god be, like, awe-inspiring? Yeah, but she’s brought Brie and chocolate cake. Guess that’s good enough for now. All Hail the Cheese and Cake! Say it with me brothers and sisters, All Hail the Cake and Cheese!
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Jane Garthson Toronto, Ontario
Involved in filk (the fan music of fantasy and science fiction) since 2003. FAWMer.
Married to Phil
Mills who is an active FAWMER & filk songwriter.
Part of monthly filk song circles in the Greater Toronto area, frequent Zoom circles and filk/ fan conventions.
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