[Elfsea] Bardic night canceled

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Stop the Crying. 
Let us sing of battle and death. 

Song of the Shield Wall

                Words:  Malkin Grey
                Music:  Peregryn Wyndryder



Hasten, oh, sea steed, over the swan road,
Foamy-necked ships o'er the froth of the sea!
Hengest has called us from Gotland and Frisia
To Vortigern's country, his army to be.
We'll take our pay there in sweeter than silver,
We'll take our plunder in richer than gold,
For Hengest has promised us land for our
fighting,
Land for the sons of the Saxons to hold!

Hasten, oh, fyrds-men, down to the river,
Dragon-necked ships on the in-coming tide!
The linden wood shield and the old spear of ash
wood
Are needed again at the cold waterside.
Draw up the shield wall, oh, shoulder companions;
Later whenever our story is told,
They'll say that we died guarding what we call
dearest,
Land for the sons of the Saxons to hold!

Hasten, oh, house-carls, north to the Danelaw,
Harald Hardrada's come over the sea!
His longships he's laden with berserks from
Norway
To claim Canute's crown and our master to be!
Bitter he'll find here the bite of our
spearpoints,
Hard ruling Northmen too proud to die old.
We'll grant him six feet- plus as much as he's
taller --
Of land that the sons of the Saxons will hold!

Hasten on Southwards, strong son of Godwin,
Triumph is sweet and your men have fought hard.
But William the Bastard has landed at Pevensey,
Burning the land you have promised to guard.
Draw up the spears on the hilltop at Hastings,
Fight till the sun drops and evening grows cold,
And die with the last of your Saxons around you,
Holding the land you were given to hold!

        (Repeat First Verse)