[Northkeep] FW: Soldier's Daughter

Niewoehner, Hugh hughn at ssd.fsi.com
Tue Feb 21 12:47:00 PST 2006


This song débuted at Estrella.  Working on getting a midi so others can learn the tune.  Listen for it at Gulf.   

  Damon

> -----Original Message-----
> From: Cassandra Peverell [mailto:Anjouleme at AOL.COM] 
> Sent: Tuesday, February 21, 2006 12:49 PM
> Subject: Soldier's Daughter
> 
> Hey everyone,
> 
> Well during the war, I had several requests for the words to 
> my "chick fighter empowerment" song, so I thought I'd post 
> the words here.  I'd love to have help in singing it in the 
> future when Ferd asks for it, especially when "war voice" has 
> kicked in as it always does :0) Feel free to pass it on as 
> you like with credits.
> 
> With fond memories of the past week,
> Cass
> 
> - - - - - -
> Soldier's Daugther
> Music and words by Cassandra Peverell
> 
> I was raised in Lincoln town
> My father's only child
> For war he left me on my own,
> With plough and domicile.
> Two years hence, his death was knelled
> And a lord's right to his land upheld.
> And I was cast aside.
> 
> Horse and sword and armor strong
> Are all that's left to me,
> But father taught me my life long,
> So well I know all three.
> To Dover I will find my way,
> And bind my breasts for soldier's pay,
> And fear shall not me find.
> 
> Chorus:
> For though I am a young girl,
> A soldier's daughter,
> I'll race across the plains
> On the backs of armored steeds.
> My father's sword I'll hold high
> And shed the blood of warlike men
> No quarter to them given.
> 
> My father died by Frenchman's pike,
> And in France, his body remains,
> So there I'll go to deal the like.
> With their blood, they'll sate my pain.
> The Prince's army southward sails
> That England shall on France prevail,
> And I, with them, shall go.
> 
> (chorus) For, though I am . . . .
> 
> My boyish ruse held o'er the sea
> And to the shores of France.
> At last, I vanquished enemy
> With halbard, sword and lance.
> A courage beat within my chest
> That before no man would dare to test.
> My father's blood runs deep.
> 
> (chorus - change tense)
> And so have I, a young girl,
> A soldier's daughter,
> Raced across the plains
> On the backs of armored steeds
> My father's sword I've held high
> And shed the blood of warlike men
> No quarter, to them, given.
> 
> I've stood beside both lord and knight
> In ranks for battle dressed.
> Beneath the lion banner's flight,
> I toiled and gave my best
> The soldier's life I now endure,
> And I'll ne'er return to needlework.
> By the sword I'll live and die.
> 
> (Chorus:)  So have I . . .
> 
> At Armagnac, war did its worst
> Though the battle we had won.
> An arrow, in me, quenched its thirst,
> So my warring days are done.
> I've begged my maille and sword to keep
> In the hope that I should guarantee
> That with honor, I can die.
> 
> (Chorus:) For though I am . . .
> 
> On my chest his sword they laid
> And granted final grace.
> They vowed to me a soldier's grave
> In a quiet resting place.
> As the sun sets on my final day,
> I have naught-else but this to say:
> Brothers, weep not for me.
> 
> For I have tasted glory sweet
> As a stalwart English soldier.
> I've raced across the plains
> On the backs of armored steeds
> My father's sword I've held high
> And shed my blood with warlike men.
> And no quarter was I given.
> And no quarter did I give.
> 




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