The Rising of the Star

[Elisabeth B. Zakes]

At 05:40 PM 4/16/97 GMT, you wrote:
>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. )
>
>
>

Close. Verses 1, 2, and 7 by Sir Balthazar of Endor, Baron Vargskol
Halfblood, and Sir Dragomyr. Verse 3 by Lord Vlad Ravna. Verses 4 and 5 by
Don Tivar Moondragon. I don't know the author of Verse 6, but it was
written after the others. There are also many others, written at various
times by various people. Of the collections of verses of which I am aware,
Don Alden Pharamond probably has the most complete collection.

Aethelyan of Moondragon