Category: SCA

  • Into the Woods We Follow

    Into the Woods We Follow

    The king’s man took into the wood
    to catch some coneys, fleet and good
    He caught a flicker in his eye
    as flash of gold went bounding by.
    It was a stag with antlers tall,
    surely the lord of wood stags all.
    He left his hounds in thicket green
    Catch this creature he had seen

    With a hey ho to the wood we go
    for to catch him with the bolt and bow.
    With a hey hei watch him fly
    as the lord of the wood we follow.

    The king’s Lady on her palfrey white
    went a-riding in the sunshine bright.
    when came a sound upon the trail
    as doe of silver past did sail.
    To see the doe made her heart bloom
    and so she took off through the broom
    to touch with her own gentle hand
    this hind most lovely in the land.

    With a hey ho to the wood we go
    to see the hart in the summer’s glow.
    With a hey hei watch them fly
    as through the wood we follow.

    Into a clearing verdant green
    the golden stag ran, clearly seen.
    The silver doe met his stride
    as the Lady and king’s man did ride
    The king’s man poised to bring them down
    as gift to serve before the crown.
    The Lady saw his bolt on high
    and galloped ‘ere where the bold would fly

    With a hey ho to the wood we go
    though the hunt we now forgo.
    With a hey hei watch them fly
    as into the wood we follow.

    The lady’s hands rushed to her breast
    where now the bolt did redly rest.
    The yoman looked where the Lady fell
    amid the leaves of mossy dell,
    The golden hind did lift her head,
    and then his sliver lady lead
    the bold young hunter unto her side
    to pull the bolt ere lady die.

    With a hey ho to the wood we go
    to find them in a thicket low.
    With a hey hei watch them fly
    as into the wood we follow.

    Though it broke his heart in two
    He tore the wounding arrow through.
    as the Lady weakly swooned
    The doe’s kiss staunched the bleeding wound
    With queen, yet living, in his arms,
    the king’s man fled the clearing’s charms.
    At the charger’s side the palfrey ran
    from this kingdom not of man.

    With a hey ho to the wood we go to
    the realm of stag and merry doe.
    With a hey hei watch them fly
    as into the wood we follow.

    As the noble stag walked with his mate
    In the greeny wood with a steady gait
    The sun sank down and the bright moon shone
    And the clearing was once more alone.

     


    Liner Notes

    #harp #acoustic #folk #medieval #fantasy

    This is an old set of lyrics that needed work, as it was written as an exhaustively long ballad. I rediscovered them earlier in February, and I realized that with some editing, I could have a nice little “trad” folk song that would be good around a fire some cold evening.

    There’s a little mystical sense – the stag and his doe are clearly supernatural creatures — and the story has a happier ending than it could have. I’ve enjoyed spending time with this piece, setting it, and then making a more workable song from it.

    That greeny wood is a good place, especially in the bitter winter.

  • Neuer ic Yeve Away

    Neuer ic Yeve Away

    The Lay of Richard Rollings, Troubadour and Poet d’Amore

    THE LAY OF RICHARD ROLLINGS
    (as told in Middle English by Aneleda Falconbridge)

    Forswear thy pledge, myn weneth
    nat everich oon yeven thilke
    I but mine thoughts unbinden
    ant thou understandan mak.

    Neuer ic the ne yeve away
    Neuer ic the nolde na doun
    Neuer ic sette forth and forsake thee
    Neuer ic yelde wepen mak
    Neuer ic farewell spake
    Neuer ic thee disceyve and peyne

    We ken our leman mony a day
    achen thou hart, thou fain would ne hit spake
    we ken wot is now befalle
    we wyste the sport and we wolde it play
    Ant shoud thou ask mine heart,
    are thee ne blind to ken?

    Neuer ic the ne yeve away
    Neuer ic the nolde na doun
    Neuer ic sette forth and forsake thee
    Neuer ic yelde wepen mak
    Neuer ic farewell spake
    Neuer ic thee disceyve and peyne

    Neuer ic the ne yeve thou.


    This performance was recorded at the East Kingdom Bardic Championship in February 2023.

    lyric and arrangements © 2013 & 2023 Monique Bouchard (known in the #SCA as Aneleda Falconbridge) inspired by the immortal poet #rickastley

    I’d long wanted to perform this piece, which I translated to Middle English many years ago. It was just a couple days ago, however, that I discovered how I would finally set it to harp and sing it. This is its debut performance, live, at a performance event Saturday.

    The story our poet tells is one of great and enduring love. He speaks of faithfulness, loyalty, and perseverance–among the best of the chivalric virtues…you may recognize its inspiration.

    #rickroll #bardic #bardcore

  • My Mother’s Savage Daughter

    My Mother’s Savage Daughter

    This is a cover of a legendary work in the Society for Creative Anachronism, written in the 1990s by Wyndrith Berginsdottir, modernly known as Karen LU Kahan.

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  • Reynardine

    Reynardine

    Reynardine is a traditional song taken from an English broadside. It is believed to be an 18th century song, often called “The Mountains High.”  Later iterations infer that Reynardine is a were-fox, who seduces young women on the mountainside and brings them back to his castle.

    Reynardine

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  • The Duelist

    The Duelist

    The Duelist

    If with a duelist, you should wish to dance
    Find a partner, bow, and take your stance.
    Though charm seduce you, please believe
    The duelist grants no one reprieve
    Song of swords is sweetest serenade,
    For it’s all done for love –
    But that love is the love of the blade.

    the duelist

    If with a duelist, you should wish to dance

    Find a partner, bow, and take your stance.

    Though charm seduce you, please believe

    The duelist grants no one reprieve

    Song of swords is sweetest serenade, 

    For it’s all done for love –

    But that love is the love of the blade.

     

    The duelist at play will surely beguile

    With drama, flair, and an alluring style.

    For honor, glory, they shall ever fight.

    Be wary if you face the duelist’s might.

     

    Approaching challenges with great panache,

    Devoted both to buckler and to swash

    Their wit and dagger are of the sharpest steel,

    When pressed, their deadly eloquence revealed.

     

    Upon the duelist, you can always rely

    To offer sanctuary or an alibi.

    Every good virtue they will defend.

    Fortunate are you who call one friend.

     

    Be not cruel or unrefined, untoward –

    Else you release the duelist’s flashing sword

    Lovers of the blade are keen and clever,

    May the duelists’ fame go forth forever.

     


    About this piece

    This song was written for swordfighters, particularly the duelist who challenge each other to single tournament combat with schlagers and fencing foils. It was inspired by a conversation in which the evocative words, “It’s for the love of the blade,” were uttered. I’ve been carrying that thought for weeks now, and am glad to finally give it its due.  Dedicated to Duelist Devillin MacPherson. 

    Released: September 2, 2022. Music, lyrics, melody, production by Monique Bouchard. Spanish trap guitar loops by Makalo (Insta: @mvkalo) found on Looperman.com. Kind content feedback by Drew Nicholson.

    Download the demo at ( – https://mbouchard.com/misc/TheDuelist9-2.mp3 – )

  • Ocean of Stars

    Ocean of Stars

    Hoist up the sail

    Catch the suns 

    And we will fly through

    the ocean of stars.

    Across the yawning void

    Heed the ancestors call

    As we see what we hear and we haul

    We will capture the light

    On this vast sea of night

    And we’ll rule the ocean of stars. 

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  • Go and Catch a Falling Star

    Go and Catch a Falling Star

    By John Donne, 1633

    Go and catch a falling star,

        Get with child a mandrake root,

    Tell me where all past years are,

        Or who cleft the devil’s foot,

    Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

    Or to keep off envy’s stinging,

                And find

                What wind

    Serves to advance an honest mind.

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  • The Salt Maids

    The Salt Maids

    Giant trolls came to / law-ground

    Plucked pines for swords / And hills their shields

    Wearing belts with Dwarf-gold buckles.

    Many bags / of gold they bore.

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  • Bels Dous Amics (a song from the 12th century)

    Bels Dous Amics (a song from the 12th century)

    Bels dous amics, ben vos posc en ver dir

    que anc non fo qu’ieu estes ses desir

    pos vos conven que.us tene per fin aman;

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  • No Pleasure I Sing

    No Pleasure I Sing

    I cannot raise my voice in joy

    Here’s why no pleasure I sing

    My love said he would come with the snow

    And now it’s flowering spring.

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