Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive, Tired and yawning on the cold morning, It's back to the dreary old drive. Chorus: Poverty, poverty knock, me loom it is sayig all day, Poverty, poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay, Poverty, poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock, I know i can guttle, when i hear my shuttle, Go poverty, poverty knock. Oh dear, we're going to be late, Gaffer is stood at the gate, We're all out of pocket, Our wages they'll dock it, We'll have to buy grub on the state. And when our wages they bring, We're often short of a string, While we are fratching, With gaffer for snatching, We know to his brass he will cling. We've got to wet our own yarn, By dipping it into the tarn, It's wet and soggy, And makes us feel groggy, And theres mice in that dirty old barn. Oh dear my poor head it sings, I should have woven three strings, But threads are a-breaking, And my back is aching, Oh dear, i wish i had wings. Sometimes a shuttle flies out, Gives some poor woman a clout, There she lies bleeding, But nobody's heeding, Who's going to carry her out ? Tuner should tackle me loom, But he'd rather sit himself doon, He's far too busy, A-courting our lizzie, And i can not get him to come. Lizzie's so easily let, I think that he takes her to bed, She always was skinny, Now look at her pinny, It's just about time they were wed. Prickilie bush Hangman stay thy hand, And stay it for a while, For i think i see my "mother" coming, Over yonder style. "mother" have you brought me gold, Or silver to pay my fee, Or have you come for to see me hung, From the gallows tree. No i hav'nt brought you gold, Or silver to pay your fee, But i have come, for to see you hung, From the gallows tree. Oh the prickilie bush, It grieves my heart to sore, And if ever i get out off this prickilie bush, I'll never get in it any more. Father Sister Brother Hangman stay thy hand, And stay it for a while, For i think i see my "lover" coming, Over yonder style. "lover" have you brought me gold, Or silver to pay my fee, Or have you come for to see me hung, From the gallows tree. Yes i have brought you gold, And silver to pay your fee, For i could not stand, for to see you hung, From the gallows tree. Oh the prickilie bush, It grieves my heart to sore, And now that i am out off this prickilie bush, I'll never get in it any more. meet on the ledge We used to say, that come the day, We'd all be making songs, Or finding better words, These ideas never lasted long. Chorus: Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge, When the time is up i'm gonna see all my friends, Meet on the ledge, we're gonna meet on the ledge, If you really mean it, it all comes round again. The way is up a long the way, The air is growing thin, Too many friends who tried, Blown off this mountain by the wind. And now t see i'mm all alone, But that's the only way to be, You'll have a better chance, Then you can do the work for me. Lincolnshire poacher Whwn i was bound aprentice in famous lincolnshire, Full well i served my master, for more than seven years, 'Till i took up to poaching as you shall quickly hear, O..... 'Tis my delight on a shiny night, In the season of the year. As me and my companions were setting of a snare, 'Twas them we spied a gameskeeper, for him we did not care, For we can wrestle and fight, me boys, and jump up anywhere, O..... 'Tis my delight on a shiny night, In the season of the year. As me and my companions were setting four or five, And taking them up again, we caught a hare alive, We took the hare alive, me boys, and through the woods did steer, O..... 'Tis my delight on a shiny night, In the season of the year. Success to every gentleman that lives in lincolnshire, Success to every poacher that wants to sell a hare, Bad luck to every gamekeeper that will not sell his deer, O..... 'Tis my delight on a shiny night, In the season of the year. voyage to vinland We set our sails and hauled our oars, Heading for the gods know where. In the whales wake we left our shores, Heading for the gods know where. We steered the wind that asgard sent, Heading for the gods know where. The waves did rage without relent. Heading for the gods know where. Chorus: So heave me heroes, heave and haul, Valhalla hails thee one and all. The crash of foam crest foamed and flow, The hail and hoar frost hacked our crew, The albatrosses in the sky, Like valkyries where the vanquished lie. No time for ond dreams of your farms, Or dwell upon your ladies charms, The mighty midguard serpants tail, Did churn the sea up like a flail. The sea turned black as boiling tar, And the shadows shroud obscured our star, The maggot mouths muched our hull, As we drifted in this turgid lull. We set our sails and hauled our oars, In the whales wake we left our shores, As if by destiny was planned, Eventually we sighted land. Grim the jarl ii Grim the jarl says follow the carles, And don't dilly dally on the way, We'll take and all thats with him, We'll take in half a minute. With axes and hammers, And iron sword and banner, The thorns are the toughest bunch around. Oh you won't come stroppy with the splendid thorns, Or you won't find your way home (get off me bladder) You won't find your way home. Gaudete Tempus as est gratiae hoc quad optambamus, Carmina laetitiae devote redamus, Chorus: Caudete, gaudete, christus est natus, Exmaria virginae, gaudete. Dues homo fatus est naturam irante, Mundus renovatus est a chisto regnate. Ezechielis porta clausa per transitur, Unde lux est orta salus invenitur. Ergro nostro contio psallat iam in lustro, Benedicat domin salus regi nostro. Little viking unit (one day there was a ......) Little viking unit romping through the battle, Picking up the lions and bopping them on the head. Chorus: Them along came lord wolf, and he said.... Little viking unit i don't like your attitude, Picking up the lions and bopping them on the head.... So i'm going to give you three chances to reform or, I'm going to change you into a lion. (so next battle...) Bigger viking unit..... Etc (so next battle...) Bigger viking unit..... Etc (so next battle...) Bigger viking unit..... Etc And i'm going to change you into lions. (so next battle...) Massive lions shield wall, romping through the muster, Picking up lord wolf and bopping him on the head. Ottar's song Come list while i sing of a warrior bold, His feats were remarkable so i been told. He kissed all the ladies and killed many men, Then he filled up the mead horn and went fighting again. Chorus: Kill them here, kill them here, And even great demons will still get their share. Now ottar strode out for the battle that day, His place at grims right hand, the battle to stay. While all around was confusion and might. Ottar fought well and was good in a fight. Battling like dervishes the thorns they fought on, Through all sorts of units, beside celt and dragon. From the shields of our wall the emimy flew, And no one can count the men that we slew. Now out of thier ranks came a great demon lord, A veritable prince from hells greatest horde. But ottar not quaking knew well what to do, And shifting his shield to do battle he flew. Now killing demons is not an easy game, They don't feel the sword blows about them you rain, But ottar was even up to this too, And upon the shields impact, the demon he flew. Such was the force of that terrible blow, Both ottar and demon through five ranks did go. The demon was shaken, to fight no more that day, But in the arms of his enemy ottar passed away. Now have i sung of a warrior bold, He feats were remarkable so you been told, He kissed all the ladies and killed many men, And he filled up the mead horn and went fighting again. Poverty, poverty knock