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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).

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>
People dying everywhere
People dying everywhere

Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!)
Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!) Happy Birthday! (UNGHH!)


Now you are the age you are
Now you are the age you are<br>
Your demise cannot be far
Your demise cannot be far


May the candles on your cake
May the candles on your cake<br>
burn like cities in your wake
burn like cities in your wake


This one lesson you must learn
This one lesson you must learn<br>
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn
FIRST you pillage, THEN you burn


Burn the Castle and storm the keep
Burn the Castle and storm the keep<br>
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!
Kill the Women but SAVE THE SHEEP!


Your servants steal, your wife's untrue
Your servants steal, your wife's untrue<br>
Your children plot to murder you
Your children plot to murder you


They stole your gold, your sword, your house
They stole your gold, your sword, your house<br>
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse
They stole your sheep, but not your spouse

so you're 29 again
so you're 29 again<br>
don't tell lies to your good friend
don't tell lies to your good friend

So another year has passed
So another year has passed<br>
don't look now they're gaining fast!
don't look now they're gaining fast!

Black Death has just struck your town
Black Death has just struck your town<br>
you yourself feel quite run-down
you yourself feel quite run-down


Fear and gloom and darkness but
Fear and gloom and darkness but<br>
no one found out YOU KNOW WHAT
no one found out YOU KNOW WHAT
You're a period cook, its true
You're a [[period cook]], its true<br>
ask the beetles in the stew
ask the beetles in the stew

You must marry very soon<br>
Now your jail-bait days are done
let's go out and have some fun!
You must marry very soon
baby's due the next full moon
baby's due the next full moon

Were I sitting in your shoes
Were I sitting in your shoes<br>
I'd go out and sing the blues
I'd go out and sing the blues
Tho you're turning 29
Tho you're turning 29<br>
age to you is like fine wine
age to you is like fine wine

Now you've lived another year
Now you've lived another year<br>
age to you is like stale beer
age to you is like stale beer

Long ago your hair turned grey
Long ago your hair turned grey<br>
now it's falling out, they say
now it's falling out, they say
It's your birthday never fear
It's your birthday never fear<br>
You'll be dead this time next year
You'll be dead this time next year


We brought linen, white as cloud
We brought linen, white as cloud<br>
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!
Now we'll sit and sew your shroud!



Revision as of 01:39, 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.