Jubal's poems

[kaleidoscopicmind]

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[Jubal]

Another Game of Thrones one. 

The Dornishman's Revenge

I once was a sellsword brave and proud,
But now I am surely none
My blade is broken, shield is cleft
My armour now passed on.

But I remember three words spoken;
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken

It was in battle on a far-off shore
I struck a man for death,
A Dornishman who looked on me
And with his final breath

Chose those words, his passing token;
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken

There was a bright fire in his Dornish eyes,
A dark dagger in his hand,
And as he sank there he stabbed my leg
Then sunk down upon the strand.

My wound was deep, my leg felt oaken;
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.

So now you know, child, now you know,
Why I must walk no more,
And how a Dornishman's revenge
Struck me down on that shore,

So fear these words, should you hear them spoken...
Unbowed! Unbent! Unbroken!

Chords:
I once was a sellsword brave and proud,
G                               D             Em
But now I am surely none
G                         D
My blade is broken, shield is cleft
Em                         E         Em
My armour now passed on.
C                               D

But I remember three words spoken;
Em                    C
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken
G             D          Em

[Jubal]

And now the Arryns. This, like the previous, is basically written like a folk song, and if you wish to read it as one swapping "Harys" for "Henry" throughout should do the trick This is a song for the Vale; Harys the Falcon Knight seems like a suitable "folk hero"  for the Arryn family.

The Falcon Knight

There once was a knight, Harys his name,
A young knight of the vale,
Who loved a lass and loved her true,
Of this I'll tell the tale.
His true love she was beautiful,
Her eyes blue as the sky,
But when he came to her chamber fine,
His love he could not spy.

Oh, the badger's low as mud, my boys,
The lion's proud and gold,
The fish does shine for duty fine,
And the wolf howls of the cold;
The dragon's fire and blood, my boys
The swallow swift and free,
But the falcon's high as honour
And so was brave Harry!

He rode up hills and rode down streams,
To find his lover dear,
"For if she's lost," young Harry cried,
"I'll have no honour here."
"Yes if she's lost I'll mourn and weep
For twelve years and a day
I'll search for her until I'm cold
And dead and in the clay"

CHOR

At last he came to a darkened cave
In which there lived a crone,
"You'll find your love on the mountain top
Where you must go alone"
For though I'm blind I see it true
Your babe is in her womb,
But guarded she is by a monster fierce
To send you to your tomb.

CHOR

He rode unto the mountain top,
The monster he was there,
"O, I am Harys of the Vale,
Come for my love and heir."
"Well you may try but you shall fail,
Your love is mine to keep,
I've been told I'll live 'til a falcon blue
Should climb my hill so steep."

CHOR

Then Harys drew his vorpal sword,
And took his shield strong,
Then the monster quailed and wept,
"Now I shall not live long."
For Harry's arms were a falcon blue;
The monster he did slay,
So there the monster fell and died,
And Harry won the day!

CHOR

Harys found his love above,
And kissed her there that morn,
He took her home and married her,
And there her babe was born.
So remember, you young squires
Who hear a battle's cry,
Fly to war like the falcon knight,
And hold your honour high!

CHOR (x2 optional, use judgement and watch for rotten eggs in audience, do NOT perform in Gulltown on a Saturday night)

Chords:

Spoiler

There once was a knight, Harys his name,
           Am                         G
A young knight of the vale,
   Em                             D
Who loved a lass and loved her true,
G                                 C
Of this I'll tell the tale.
G                         C
His true love she was beautiful,
D                                  G
Her eyes blue as the sky,
D                               C
But when he came to her chamber fine,
      G                                 Em
His love he could not spy.
      C                         D

Oh, the badger's low as mud, my boys,
             G                        C
The lion's proud and gold,
       Em                      D
The fish does shine for duty fine,
         G                           C
And the wolf howls of the cold;
             G                        C
The dragon's fire and blood, my boys
        D                         G
The swallow swift and free,
       Em                        C
But the falcon's high as honour
            G                        C
And so was brave Harry!
D                           G

[fez-fez]

that was rather beautiful

did i detect a bit of 'cold blows the wind/ the unquiet grave' influence there?

[Jubal]

First rule of folk songs; every folk song references or borrows from at least three others. 

Greyjoy time! This one's really a sea shanty, which seemed appropriate for obvious reasons. 

We Do Not Sow

Heave ho, haul and row,
The Ironborn reap but we do not sow.
Heave away,
Haul a black flag high
For it's said
What is dead
Can never die!

Heave ho, haul and row,
The Ironborn reap but we do not sow.
There's gulls on our tail,
And a whale on our bow
For we fight
And we bite
And we never plough!

Heave ho, haul and row,
The Ironborn reap but we do not sow.
When we land ashore,
And a horn blows thrice,
Then we'll pay
Our way
With the iron price!

Heave ho, haul and row,
The Ironborn reap but we do not sow.
Heave away,
Haul a black flag high
For it's said
What is dead
Can never die!

[Jubal]

The turn of the Tully family, this time we have something specifically placed within the timeframe of the books, so I won't give too much detail for those who haven't read that far. The Tully emphasis on honour seemed initially similar to the Arryns, but I opted for a much more survival/endurance sort of honour mechanism in this than the rather jingoistic Arryn ballad.

Song for the Blackfish

Your duty's to your honour,
Though it may seem like the river,
Carries all hope downstream flowing,
Honour's still there to be true,
And your duty's to your family,
And your duty's to survive,
Until the darkness ends and morning
Dawns again.

The night is long and fearful,
And the river drowns so many,
As the stars watch coldly over,
And the moon shows no regret,
But it's then you must keep going,
And up the running river swim,
To keep going until the sunlight
Dawns again

Though you maybe couldn't save him,
Though you maybe should have been there,
Though the home you still remember,
Has his killers in its hall.
It's now you must keep swimming,
For a black fish in the night,
Can keep its promises when daylight
Dawns again.

Family, duty, honour,
The things that truly matter,
The things you shall pass on,
Whether you stand or bend the knee,
The things that shall remain here,
When the stars begin to weep,
When the moon bows low and dawn
Can break again.

[Jubal]

And the Baratheons, with plenty of references to Stannis' defence of Storm's End.

Ours is the Fury (Baratheon marching song)
Been on this land since the Storm King fell,
Been here forever and we know it well,
Come the wind or rain or sun,
Fear the storm, for it hasn't gone.

In the dark forest or the middle of town,
Ours is the fury when the sun goes down.

Though you might have a feast of bread,
Storm's End will stand until you're dead.
Come we with axe or spear or knife,
Fear the storm, fear for your life.

In the bright day or the dark of night,
Ours is the fury when it comes to a fight.

All you standing there forlorn,
Boots and onions are as good as corn.
And when the stag comes charging home,
You'll be gone and we'll still roam.

Over the land or across the sea,
Ours is the fury when we conquer thee.

So fear us now if you'd attack;
Ours is the fury when the stag fights back!

[Jubal]

The Knights of Summer (Song for the Tyrells)

My son is a lancer, his sword-arm is long,
O'er rivers and moors he will roam,
But the crops and the harvests they'll still be growing strong,
When the Knights of Summer come home.

To win at the lists,
And to win in the field,
In search of the glory that battle may yield,
All questing for honour,
And questing for truth,
So why do I wish him back under my roof?

My son is a lancer, his sword-arm is long,
O'er rivers and moors he will roam,
But the crops and the harvests they'll still be growing strong,
When the Knights of Summer come home.

He's a fine sword of steel,
With pommel of gold,
And where e'er he goes my son's sigils shine bold,
All clad in fine armour,
Of silver and black,
So why am I fearful my son won't come back?

My son is a lancer, his sword-arm is long,
O'er rivers and moors he will roam,
But the crops and the harvests they'll still be growing strong,
When the Knights of Summer come home.

He's brave and he's honest,
He's gentle and true,
And all knights who face him, that day they will rue.
But battle is fearful,
With the Stranger's harsh cry
And I want to see my son again e'er I die.

Yes, my son's a lancer, his sword-arm is long,
O'er rivers and moors he will roam,
But the crops and the harvests they'll still be growing strong,
When the Knights of Summer come home.
I just pray that my son will come home.

[Scarlet]

I feel slightly worried I'm now trying to alter that to fit "Boys of Summer". Still all of the awesome

[Jubal]

I'll record them at some point when my voice isn't annoying me too much. 

[Scarlet]

I look forward to it Your voice isn't annoying

[Jubal]

Last one done 

The Black Flower (The Targaryen Loyalists' Song)
A black flower grew on a field of bone
When the first lords came unto cold Dragonstone.
Their wings were the whirlwind, their breath was the flood
As a storm came to Westeros with Fire and Blood.

The dragons are silent, their scales are rock
Just boulders - a chest of gold with no lock
As the stag stands tall, and the black flower in bud
Seems to know not Valyria; no Fire and Blood.

The dragons shall waken, the storm it shall rise
With swords in the field, with fire in the skies
And a blooming black flower shall then in the mud
Herald The power of true Fire and Blood.

[Clockwork]

Excellent as always, congratualtions on finishing the AGoT set!

[Scarlet]

Do these all have tunes, Jubal?

[Jubal]

Yes, they all do