#drinking song

[sonennou]

84- Sec'hed am eus

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Sec'hed am eus, sec'hed 'za din, Ha get ar sec'hed e varvin !/ Ha get ar sec'hed e varvin, Bout an davarn tost etaldin./ Bout an davarn tost etaldin, Tavarnourez, keniterv din./ Tavarnourez, keniterv din, An tavarnour kenderv jermen./ Hag int 'lâr din em eus ur si ; Mar 'm eus unan em eus daou, tri !/ Me 'm eus ur si : ur butumer, Un evour sistr, ur merc'hetaer./ 'Butum 'zo graet e'it bout losket Hag ar sistr evit bout evet./ Hag ar sistr evit bout evet, Hag ar merc'hed e'it bout karet./ Ha karomp-int (1) 'non hag unon, Pe div pe teir 'v'he droug-kalon !

FR. J'AI SOIF ! J'ai soif, la soif me vient et de soif je mourrai ! / Je vais mourir de soif, bien que la taverne soit tout près de chez moi. / Bien que la taverne soit tout près de chez moi et que la tavernière soit ma cousine. / Bien que la tavernière soit ma cousine et le tavernier un cousin germain. / Ils me disent que j'ai un défaut ; si j'en ai un, j'en ai deux-trois ! / J'ai le défaut d'être un fumeur, un buveur de cidre, un coureur de jupons. / Le tabac est fait pour être brûlé et le cidre pour être bu. / Le cidre est fait pour être bu et les filles pour être aimées. / Alors aimons-les une par une, ou bien deux ou trois s'il y a de la jalousie !

EN. I'M THIRSTY! I'm thirsty, thirst is rising within me, and I shall die of thirst! / I shall die of thirst, though the tavern is near my house. / Though the tavern is near my house and the landlady is my cousin. / Though the landlady is my cousin, and the tavern keeper a first cousin. / They tell me I have one fault, if I have one, I have two or three! / I have the fault of being a smoker, a cider drinker, a womanizer. / Tobacco is meant to be burned and cider to be drunk. / Cider is meant to be drunk and girls to be loved. / So let's love them one by one, or two or three if there's jealousy!

(1) /ka.ʁãm.tɛ/

+ : Song collected in Inzinzac-Lochrist.

[mainblag]

I need me the lyrics to the drinking song Chris Pine and Michelle Rodriguez sing in the D&D movie. i just need it. its not in the soundtrack and that’s got me miffed to high hell. all i know are the lines “no fortune found nor faith divine” and “let’s tip the tankard and waste the day” and those are the first and last lines of the first verse

[iffeelscouldkill]

Singing the Honor Among Thieves drinking song ("No fortune found, nor faith divine, come close to toping the juice of the vine...") to myself and feeling a Yearning

I would love a movie-esque version of this to listen to. There's a lovely version by Daniel Kelly Folk Music played on a homemade lyre (with two additional verses he wrote himself!), but it has a slightly different tune. I would love a version that had a lute or some flute instrumentals, maybe leaning into an Irish folk music sound 🪈🎶

It doesn't have to be an official version but it would be great if they released one, I think everyone who's been going feral over that song since the film came out would love it xD

[foodandfolklore]

Gloucestershire Wassail

A very old carol, to the point that we're unsure who the original composer was. It is at lest as old as the 1700's, where it was sung in England during winter holidays. The song was originally called 'Gloucestershire Wassail' or Wassail Bowl (Gloucestershire was a region in England). Today, it is more commonly known as 'Wassail all over the town'. Some people just call it The Wassail song, but that can be confusing as there are other songs and carols about Wassail.

Wassail was a spiced mead drink served during the holidays. I have more info here if you wanted to maybe make your own. The formula of the song is simple; the first verse is also the chorus. After you sing a verse, you repeat the chorus. Continue the verses until you run out of time, energy, willpower, or just forget what comes next. Most people don't sing all the verses. If you want to get a feel for the tune, this is one of my favorite versions.

Wassail! wassail! all over the town, Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown; Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree; With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our horse, and to his right ear, A happy new year as e'er he did see, With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.

So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek Pray God send our master a good piece of beef And a good piece of beef that may we all see With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our mare, and to her right eye, God send our mistress a good Christmas pie; A good Christmas pie as e'er I did see, With my wassailing bowl I drink to thee.

So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn May God send our master a good crop of corn And a good crop of corn that may we all see With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear Pray God send our master a happy New Year And a happy New Year as e'er he did see With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.

Here's to our cow, and to her long tail, God send our master us never may fail Of a cup of good beer: I pray you draw near, And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear.

Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest But if you do draw us a bowl of the small Then down shall go butler, bowl and all.

Be here any maids? I suppose here be some; Sure they will not let young men stand on the cold stone! Sing hey O, maids! come trole back the pin, And the fairest maid in the house let us all in.

Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin For to let these jolly wassailers in.

[cats-spilled-wine]

The Tally at the Hornburg

I tried to write a drinking song about Legolas and Gimli's competitions inspired by some person's post I saw on Pinterest. I don’t know who the author is, though. Here's the post:

(Edit: just found the original post)

I also tried to apply Tolkien’s style of merry songs. Also, this is the very first song I've ever written, so... yeah. Well... here it is:

1. Lift all your pints and ales, 

And harken to my tale, dear friends!

A tale of a friendship unlikely,

Of rivalry that hasn't hindered it, not even slightly!

One, two, three, there flies another!

Over the wall, and up he goes!

And down he goes!

Down, down on the heads of his comrades,

Ha ha!

2. Come and listen closely:

Laughter, oddly seeming phony,

A laughter laughed by a one dwarf tall,

As he swings his axe, and another orc falls, down, down the wall!

One, two, three, there flies another!

Over the wall, and up he goes!

And down he goes!

Down, down on the heads of his comrades,

Ha ha!

3. Near the dawn, after night,

A call is heard through the sky bright.

"Thirty two!", cries the dwarf to his friend,

And the elf throws a sheild on the stairs, slides down, and - oh! - he fares!

One, two, three, there flies another!

Over the wall, and up he goes!

And down he goes!

Down, down on the heads of his comrades,

Ha ha!

4. Post-fight, the dwarf sits down,

And sitting on the ruins, lown,

He pulls out a pipe from b'hind his belt,

And waits for the elf to share the count of blows that he had dealt.

One, two, three, and the elf comes by!

Pulls out a bow, and shares his count!

The final count!

The count, that goes up to forty two,

Ha ha!

5. "Forty two, you say, eh?

Not bad, for a pointy-eared prince.

If not as good as it could have been!

For I, myself, am higher on a count that is forty three!”

One, two, three, the elf is distressed.

Not so easily bested, no!

"My dear mister!

I'm sure to win in a drinking game,

Ha ha!"

6. Later that day, that night,

The elf and dwarf sit down to fight!

To fight for the deciding ending!

And soon they are ready, with hands gripping pints, faces pending.

One, two, three, there's downed another!

Onto the table, and refilled!

And downed again!

Downed, downed to the glory of either,

Ha ha!

7. Into the night, or dawn,

The friends will not so much as yawn!

The fight is still on, neither will lose, 

While the bottoms of the barrels deep will soon be split in twos!

One, two, three, there's downed another!

Onto the table, and refilled!

And downed again!

Downed, downed to the glory of either,

Ha ha!

8. Attention! The dwarf sways,

The merry elf glances his way.

"Not too long until he collapses,

I am sure - I dearly hope - to last just a few more lapses".

One, two, three, there's downed another!

Onto the table, and refilled!

And downed again!

Downed, downed to the glory of either,

Ha ha!

9. The dwarf, as foretold, falls.

The elf, overjoyed, stands and calls:

"'Tis was a jubilant endeavor,

But now I must announce, to my rebuilded joy and viguor:

Game over!”

One, two, three, there's downed the last one!

Onto the table, and away!

Away, away!

Away, to the joy of the victor,

Ha ha!

10. This is the tale, dear folks,

Of an elf prince, that could not boast,

And his dwarf friend who, by just one pint,

Was bested in a drinking game, collapsed, and drowned was his mind,

With alcohol!

One, two, three, there flies another!

Over the wall, and up he goes!

And down he goes!

Down, down on the heads of his comrades,

Ha ha!

One, two, three, there's downed another!

Onto the table, and refilled!

And downed again!

Downed, downed to the glory of either,

Ha ha!

[bardapologist]

if you kids like sea shanties you’ll fucking LOVE this drinking song from my yet unreleased concept album “a light went out”

[destinedtobeloved]

Joel and his drinking song istg here it is again

[itslookingback]

there’s a light at the end where i know, where the culprits on carpets make sense of it all and the sky is all indigo and the young ones just want to go home. btw. and everyone’s singing along, the good, the bad and the gone. if you’re even listening.