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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''Death's Lovers''' is a song written by [[THL]] [[Finnbjorn Skeggason]] for the reign of [https://canon.lochac.sca.org/reign.php?id=402 King Thibault I and King Jayne I] in A.S. 57. It was first performed at a bardic circle at [[Rowany Festival]] that year, and has since become a popular SCA song in [[Lochac]].<br />
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<big>'''Lyrics:'''</big><br />
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<br> Gather the spears, assemble the banners<br />
<br> With sword and with hammer, we're marching to war<br />
<br> Load up the train, then bring round the horses<br />
<br> Oh, such gallant forces, hath ne'er seen before<br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me''<br />
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<br> Out on the field, the foemen stand ready <br />
<br> Their noble hearts heavy, 'ere the blood starts to flow<br />
<br> Would that we'd met round fire or table <br />
<br> And maybe been able the other to know<br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me''<br />
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<br> Charge down the line, let's make a story <br />
<br> Of valour before we are laid in the ground<br />
<br> The honour is mine, that we fought together<br />
<br> Although we may never hear victory sound<br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me''<br />
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<br> Hold your shields high, defending each other, <br />
<br> Till we lose another, and the bloodbath begins<br />
<br> Into the fray, I'll stand by your side<br />
<br> Until they've all died and the feasting begins<br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me''<br />
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<br> Wade through the gore, claiming their colours <br />
<br> And burying brothers, my heart full of dread <br />
<br> Would that I’d died, and lain with the others<br />
<br> Than to see your dead eyes staring blankly ahead.<br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me'' <br />
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<br> ''So raise up a glass my sisters and brothers''<br />
<br> ''Drink each to the other, and I'll drink to thee''<br />
<br> ''When death walks the field and chooses her lovers''<br />
<br> ''There's none that I'd rather have standing with me''</div>Merry Otter