Atlantean Service Songs Hearts of Oak
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Hearts of Oak Come cheer up, my lads! 'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year; To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Chorus Heart of oak are our ships, heart of oak are our men; We always are ready, steady, boys, steady! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away; If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore, For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. Chorus They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes, They frighten our women, our children, and beaus; But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Atlantans they'll find to receive them on shore. Chorus We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee, And drub 'em on shore, as we've drubb'd 'em at sea; Then cheer up, my lads! with one heart let us rate: Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen and Senate. Chorus Over the Sea Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse To wipe his scoundrel Master's Shoes, For now he's free to sing and play Over the Seas and far away. Over the Seas and O'er the Main, To Khitan, Crimmeria and Turain, The Senate commands and we'll obey Over the Seas and far away. We all shall lead more happy lives By getting rid of brats and wives That scold and bawl both night and day - Over the Seas and far away. Over the Seas and O'er the Main, To Khitan, Crimmeria and Turain, The Senate commands and we'll obey Over the Seas and far away. Courage, boys, 'tis one to ten, But we return all gentlemen All gentlemen as well as they, Over the Seas and far away. Over the Seas and O'er the Main, To Khitan, Crimmeria and Turain, The Senate commands and we'll obey Over the Seas and far away. We’ll Rant We’ll Roar aka Farewell and Adieu aka Turanish ladies Farewell and adieu to you, Turanish Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of T’rain; For we've received orders for to sail for Atlantis, But we hope in a short time to see you again. We will rant and we'll roar like true Atlantan sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of Atlantis; From Taurus to Virgo is thirty five leagues. We hove our ship to with the wind from sou'west, boys We hove our ship to, deep soundings to take; 'Twas forty-five fathoms, with a white sandy bottom, So we squared our main yard and up channel did make. We will rant and we'll roar like true Atlantan sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of Atlantis; From Taurus to Virgo is thirty five leagues. The first land we sighted was called the Dodman, Next Mane Head off Leo, off Pisces the Wight; We sailed by Cancer, by Orion and Gover, And then we bore up for the South Dragon’s light. We will rant and we'll roar like true Atlantan sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of Atlantis; From Taurus to Virgo is thirty five leagues. Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor, And all in the Downs that night for to lie; Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper! Haul up your clewgarnets, let tacks and sheets fly! We will rant and we'll roar like true Atlantan sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of Atlantis; From Taurus to Virgo is thirty five leagues. Now let ev'ry man drink off his full bumper, And let ev'ry man drink off his full glass; We'll drink and be jolly and drown melancholy, And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass. We will rant and we'll roar like true Atlantan sailors, We'll rant and we'll roar all on the salt sea. Until we strike soundings in the channel of Atlantis; From Taurus to Virgo is thirty five leagues. The Scarlet and the Blue Oh I once was a merry plough-boy, a-ploughing in the fields all day When a funny thought came to my mind that I should go away For I'm tired of the country life since the day that I was born I'm going to join the Legions, and I'm off tomorrow morn. (chorus) Hoorah for the Scarlet and the Blue, helmets glistening in the sun Pike-points flash like sun-beams to the beating of a military drum And no more shall I go harvesting, for to gather in the golden corn For I've took the Senate’s hull and I'm off tomorrow morn Well I'll leave behind my old smock coat and I'll leave behind me plough And I'll leave behind me old dun ox, for I'll not need him now There's our flag in old Hydra now floating proudly in the sky And the watchword of our soldiers is "We'll conquer or we'll die" There's just one thing that grieves my mind and that's my Nelly dear And I hope that she'll be proud of me when I am far from here And if ever I return again I'll let you all see me As I take my Nelly to the shrine, a centurion's wife to be. Men of Vargos Men of Vargos, march to glory, Dark-eyed Crone is waiting for ye, Black powder smoke hover o'er ye: Hear ye not its call? At your sloth it seems to ponder: Let thy death cry peal like thunder, Burst their turbaned helms asunder, Every foe appal! From the rocks rebounding, Let the war cry sounding Summon all, at Edge's call, The foul bearded foe surrounding. Men of Vargos, on to glory! See, Tizoc’s standard framed all gory Knaves these burning words afore ye: "Vargos scorns to yield!" 'mid the fray, see dead and dying, Hawker and foe together lying; All around, the cannon balls flying Scatter sudden death! Maddened steeds are wildly neighing, Zateria’s men hoarsely braying, Wounded men to Aten praying With their parting breath! See: they're in Disorder! Comrades, keep close order! Ever they shall rue the day They crossed our new found border! Now Edenite flee before us; Mr Benuit hangeth o'er us! Raise the loud exulting chorus, "Vargos wins the field!" Tune: Men of Harlech Gloranthan Words: Mark Robins and MOB Atlantean Version: A Clark Lands of Atlantis Lands of Atlantis Empire of the free How shall we extoll thee Who are ruled in liberty? Wider still and wider Shall thy bounds be set: Aten, who made thee mighty Make thee mightier yet (Land of Hope and Glory) O Little Town of Hy-Dra O little town of Hy-Dra How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreaming streets The silent stars go by Yet all our strong cannon turned All your strong walls to shite The screams and fears of all the years Shall all be yours in tonight. (Atlantean version O Little Town of Bethlehem) Fuck ‘em All Oh they say there's a troop hulk just leaving the bay Bound for the Atlantean shore, Heavily laden with time-expired men Bound for the land they adore; There's many a twat just finishing his time, There's many a cunt signing on; You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, So cheer up my lads, fuck 'em all! Chorus: Fuck 'em all! Fuck 'em all! The long and the short and the tall; Fuck all the Sergeants and Gendarmes Fuck all the corporals and their whoring mams; For we're saying goodbye to them all, As up the C.O.'s arse they crawl; You'll get no promotion this side of the ocean, So cheer up my lads, fuck 'em all! (Trad. Atleantean version Clarky) Rule Atlantis When Atlantis first at Aten’s command Arose from out the azure main; This was the charter of the land, And guardian aspects sang this strain; Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves. The nations not so blest as thee, Shall in their turns to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves.
More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves. Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down Will but arouse thy generous flame; But work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves. To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main, And every shore it circles thine. Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves. The Dryads, still with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! With matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guide the fair. Rule, Atlantis! Atlantis, rule the waves: Atlantans never, never, never will be slaves. (Rule Britannia – Atlantean version Clarky) ATLANTAN LEGIONAIRE To the tune of "British Grenadier" (Spoofed by Quintus edited for Atlanteans by Clarky) Some talk of Old Atlas and some of Hercules Of Pharos and Horus and such great men as these But of all the world's great heroes there's none that can compare Sing tow-row-row-row-row To the Atlantan Legionaire Those heroes of antiquity ne'er saw a cannon ball Or knew the force of powder to slay their foes withal. But our brave boys do know it, And banish all their fear, Sing tow-row-row-row-row For the Atlantean Legionaire Whenever we're commanded to storm the palisade We form a grand phalanx, advancing in its shade We crash right through the gateway and kill everyone who's there Sing tow-row-row-row-row To the Atlantan Legionaire The Prefects all are children, the Majors all are drunks Centurions are sadists, and the Gendarmes are punks But luckily for us, the ranks are filled with men most fair Sing tow-row-row-row-row To the Atlantan Legionaire So chug-a-lug that foul rum, and slather on the oil Strap on that dreadfull armor and feel your body boil When you've marched ten thousand paces, you're only halfway there Sing tow-row-row-row-row To the Atlantan Legionaire Marching through the Heather Step it out, step it out, with a cheer and a shout when we're marching through the heather Sing a song, keep it strong though the way may be long, we will all get there together Here we come, here we come, to the beat of a drum and we'll never mind the weather So we smile all the while, every long weary mile march, march, marching through the heather We got to get on, we got to get on, the road to anywhere but where will it be and what will we see, who cares We're ready to drop, we'll never stop, we'll even raise a cheer And if we survive, we're sure to arrive, next year Step it out, step it out, with a cheer and a shout when we're marching through the heather Sing a song, keep it strong though the way may be long, we will all get there together Here we come, here we come, to the beat of a drum and we'll never mind the weather So we smile all the while, every long weary mile march, march, marching through the heather Step it out, step it out, with a cheer and a shout when we're marching through the heather Sing a song, keep it strong though the way may be long, we will all get there together Here we come, here we come, to the beat of a drum and we'll never mind the weather So we smile all the while, every long weary mile march, march, marching through the heather (Scottish Song – common with Pictish legionaries and auxiliaries.) Civilian Songs Golden Brown (common in Black Lotus Dens) Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down with my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she's heading West From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown Never a frown With golden brown Never a frown With golden brown Bring the horn and play upon it! Bring the horn and play upon it! Marching, here we come! Neteren cocks his Legionary bonnet, Sened beats the drum. Nefrain commands the party, Weneg leads the rear; Feet in time, alert and hearty, Each a Legionnaire! All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick! Here's enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Nefrain! Now that we've been round the village, Let's go home again. When Siamun comes Marching home When Siamun comes marching home again, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give him a hearty welcome then Hurrah! Hurrah! The men will cheer and the boys will shout The ladies they will all turn out And we'll all feel gay, When Siamun comes marching home. The old Temple bell will peal with joy Hurrah! Hurrah! To welcome home our darling boy Hurrah! Hurrah! The villa lads and lassies say With roses they will strew the way, And we'll all feel gay When Siamun comes marching home. Get ready for the Jubilee, Hurrah! Hurrah! We'll give the hero three times three, Hurrah! Hurrah! The laurel wreath is ready now To place upon his loyal brow And we'll all feel gay When Siamun comes marching home Directory: 2010 2010 -> Through the Roof 2010 -> 2004 ieee international topical meeting on microwave photonics technical digest 2010 -> The petition and case system 2010 -> Hr 116 Application for Employment with Hills and Dales 2010 -> Polimaster ltd V. 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