The Rising of the Star

Lord Larkin O'Kane larkin at webstar.net
Wed Apr 16 10:40:34 PDT 1997


On Wed, 16 Apr 1997 08:57:17 -0500, you wrote:

>Does anyone know the first verse to "The Rising of the Star?"
>
 How 'bout the whole bloody song?  It isn't that long.

                          The Rising of the Star
          Tune: The Rising Of The Moon

      Oh, now tell me folk in Atenveldt, now have ye heard it said,
      That the sun upon your banner has now turned to bloody red?
      We're comin' from the Southlands, ye don't know who we are.
      We're the folk from Ansteorra by the rising of the Star!

      Oh, now many a foe has tried us, on many a bloody field,
      But precious few have killed us, because we never yield.
      We've got powder for our cannons, grape shot, and boilin' tar.
      We're your friends from Ansteorra by the rising of the star!

      Now, the Ansteorran summers are seven months in length.
      The rivers lose their waters and the fighters lose their
strength.
      With swooning in the tourney, and fainting in the war,
      We long for cool November by the rising of the Star!

      Now, the Ansteorran ladies will make ye lovely wives,
      But check their skirts and bodices, they always carry knives!
      They say this iron-mongery their beauty will not mar,
      They'll thrill you or they'll kill you by the rising of the
Star!

      Oh, the Ansteorran children are ever so polite,
      Don't turn your backs upon them 'cause the little buggers bite!
      Their cunning none surpasses, you know that they'll go far,
      They're the heirs of Ansteorra, by the rising of the Star!

      Now, the bards of Ansteorra are very long of wind,
      Their verses have no rhythm and their stories never end.
      A tune they cannot carry in a bucket or a jar,
      But they'll revel until daylight and the rising of the Star!

      Oh, we're just psychotic killers, we like to maim and gunch,
      Don't pack us any baskets, we'll just eat your dead for lunch!
      We're brothers of the Normans and daughters of the Czars,
      We're your friends from Ansteorra by the rising of the Star!



      ( I have seen this printed in many place.  Only one gives
        credit for the words, so I'm not sure if it is correct.
        The name is Balthazar of Endo. )




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