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The SCA birthday song is an old, but happy [[tradition]]. It seems to have fallen out of favour recently (mostly because no-one can remember the words). |
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To the tune of "Volga Boatmen". |
To the tune of "Volga Boatmen". |
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Death and gloom and black despair<br> |
Death and gloom and black despair<br> |
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People dying everywhere |
People dying everywhere |
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Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) |
Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) |
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Now you are the age you are |
Now you are the age you are<br> |
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Your demise cannot be far |
Your demise cannot be far |
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May the candles on your cake |
May the candles on your cake<br> |
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burn like cities in your wake |
burn like cities in your wake |
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This one lesson you must learn |
This one lesson you must learn<br> |
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FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn |
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn |
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Burn the Castle and storm the keep |
Burn the Castle and storm the keep<br> |
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Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP! |
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP! |
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Your servants steal, your wife's untrue |
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue<br> |
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Your children plot to murder you |
Your children plot to murder you |
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They stole your gold, your sword, your house |
They stole your gold, your sword, your house<br> |
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They stole your sheep, but not your spouse |
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse |
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so you're 29 again |
so you're 29 again<br> |
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don't tell lies to your good friend |
don't tell lies to your good friend |
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So another year has passed |
So another year has passed<br> |
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don't look now they're gaining fast! |
don't look now they're gaining fast! |
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Black Death has just struck your town |
Black Death has just struck your town<br> |
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you yourself feel quite run-down |
you yourself feel quite run-down |
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Fear and gloom and darkness but |
Fear and gloom and darkness but<br> |
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no one found out YOU KNOW WHAT |
no one found out YOU KNOW WHAT |
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You're a period cook, its true |
You're a [[period cook]], its true<br> |
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ask the beetles in the stew |
ask the beetles in the stew |
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Now your jail-bait days are done |
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let's go out and have some fun! |
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baby's due the next full moon |
baby's due the next full moon |
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Were I sitting in your shoes |
Were I sitting in your shoes<br> |
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I'd go out and sing the blues |
I'd go out and sing the blues |
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Tho you're turning 29 |
Tho you're turning 29<br> |
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age to you is like fine wine |
age to you is like fine wine |
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Now you've lived another year |
Now you've lived another year<br> |
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age to you is like stale beer |
age to you is like stale beer |
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Long ago your hair turned grey |
Long ago your hair turned grey<br> |
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now it's falling out, they say |
now it's falling out, they say |
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It's your birthday never fear |
It's your birthday never fear<br> |
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You'll be dead this time next year |
You'll be dead this time next year |
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We brought linen, white as cloud |
We brought linen, white as cloud<br> |
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Now we'll sit and sew your shroud! |
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud! |
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Revision as of 02:39, 1 July 2003
The SCA birthday song is an old, but happy tradition. It seems to have fallen out of favour recently (mostly because no-one can remember the words).
To the tune of "Volga Boatmen".
Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!)
Death and gloom and black despair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!)
Now you are the age you are
Your demise cannot be far
May the candles on your cake
burn like cities in your wake
This one lesson you must learn
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn
Burn the Castle and storm the keep
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your children plot to murder you
They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse
so you're 29 again
don't tell lies to your good friend
So another year has passed
don't look now they're gaining fast!
Black Death has just struck your town
you yourself feel quite run-down
Fear and gloom and darkness but
no one found out YOU KNOW WHAT
You're a period cook, its true
ask the beetles in the stew
You must marry very soon
baby's due the next full moon
Were I sitting in your shoes
I'd go out and sing the blues
Tho you're turning 29
age to you is like fine wine
Now you've lived another year
age to you is like stale beer
Long ago your hair turned grey
now it's falling out, they say
It's your birthday never fear
You'll be dead this time next year
We brought linen, white as cloud
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!
Continue ad nauseam.
