Raven's Song

Hello once more fellow archers and followers. As you know usually I post on here about what has occured since I last posted, but this one will be slightly different. A few days ago I was looking for archery related songs and few were to be had. There are plenty of robin hood ones, but without a tune to work out how the words fit they were difficult to get into. So borrowing tunes from other songs and adjusting some lyrics I have come up with three songs for you all to try out. If they inspire you then by all means post up some of your own.

Lets Go shoot A Knight

Ment to be sung to the tune of "Lets go fly a kite"

Well in tourneys I constantly fall
To the skilled men and women one and all,
But in melees and wars I have dropped them in scores
'Cause in battles I go with a six-foot-long bow!

Oh oh oh, let's go shoot a knight.
Why die in some fair fight?
Let's go shoot a knight, and watch him crumble.
Wait 'til his visors high, then shoot him in his eye.
Oh let's go, shoot a knight.

The bow is the weapon for me
For I’m not very good in melee,
But from a hundred yards away, I will make the French pay
For their blood with flow, thanks to my long bow.

Oh oh oh, let's go shoot a knight.
Why die in some fair fight?
Let's go shoot a knight, and watch him crumble.
Wait 'til his visors high, then shoot him in his eye.
Oh let's go, shoot a knight.

Oh, the men at arms are lovely to see,
Those armoured men protecting me.
While they fight in their ranks, I harass the foes flanks.
With the arrows I throw, from my six-foot-long bow.

Oh oh oh, let's go shoot a knight.
Why die in some fair fight?
Let's go shoot a knight, and watch him crumble.
Wait 'til his visors high, then shoot him in his eye.
Oh let's go, shoot a knight.

 

My Favourite Things
Bodkins and broadheads and swallow tails,
Hearing the arrows hit straw bales.
Fletchings made from a goose’s wings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Shooting in wars, avoiding the crossbows,
Having the smell of battle in my nose.
Shooting down nobles and princes and kings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Watching the foemen as they tumble down,
Shooting for England and supporting the crown.
Making legends for the bards to sing,
These are a few of my favourite things.

Loosing an arrow and watching it fly,
Seeing it arc and land in an eye.
Penetrating the closed metal rings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the bow breaks,
When the string stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad...

 

The Sound of Violence (Agincourt based)
Hello longbow my old friend
I've come to pluck your cord again.
Because the sounds of battle ringing
In my ears has me singing
I’ve spent practicing in the sun, wind and rain
To help me train,
I love the sounds of violence

In tournaments I shoot alone
I leave my melee gear at home
But when I go down to play at war
I shoot in groups of a hundred or more
Good archers can harry the enemies flank
They've got rank
Touched by the sounds of violence

Five hundred footmen waging war
A thousand archers maybe more
From a distance we deal a heavy blow
Men at arms, they're the first to go
And our arrows like violent hailstones fell
And struck well
Causing the sounds of violence

With arrows spent we dropped our bows
We went into melee with our foes
An armoured knight tried to make me bleed
But due to the mud his feet could not be freed
When my falchion struck him in the head
He was dead
Causing the sounds of violence

As the fighters fell and died
Before the English warrior tide
We shouted out our battle cry
We would conquer or we would die
Upon that day the French nobility fell
All was well
Touched by the sounds of violence.