Windrake was young man,  poor man; Fighting in the streets- Gonna be a great king some day! Got mud on your face! We think he’s ace – Kicking your helm all over the place! Harts will, Harts will  Rock you!! Harts will, Harts will  Rock you!! Harts will, Harts will  Rock you!! Harts will, Harts…

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I rose up in the morning and I felt I dire need, To dream away the dreary day and down a cup o’ mead, I felt the sting of honey bees, from last night’s revelry, I’m looking for the honey that’ll cure my soul’s disease… (clapping , heys. Etc) I drank another cup or two,…

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– by Heather of Dale The ones who rule over our fair land of Albion They reign just and wisely we vouch with good cheer And no truer lady trod on this good earth So let the hall ring for the light of the north Let the hall ring for the good Queen of Albion…

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Grown in one land alone Where proud winds have blown There’s not a flower born of the shower Braver than Albion’s own Though gales of winter blow Piercing hail and snow Shining it stays bright as in days of yore Old Albion’s pride still blossoms Fresh on Albion’s shore Rose of Albion thou shall fade…

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Lyrics: Gentlemen it is my duty To inform you of one beauty Though I’d ask of you a favour Not to seek her for a while Though I own she is a creature Of character and feature No words can paint the picture Of the queen of Albion Chorus And if you could have seen…

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Many years back when these old oaks were young Many years before the Pendragon would come A low and evil deed was done In the dark of the Greenwood In the dark of the Greenwood From the shores of Lyonesse King William came To Albion fair, King Harold to slay With greed in his heart…

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This song was commissioned by the people of Carlisle upon Wyndrake Winterheart’s ennoblement as Earl and was written by The Bricks The old man kissed his daughter, and his grandson in her arms And prayed that their passage would be swift and safe from harm  She set off on her journey down the rocky mountain…

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“The wind’s howl, the waves Crash The tress weep, the wind whispers You cannot wether this storm. The earth moves, the egg shuffles Their magic is strong, the walls are broken, the throne lies empty. The wind calls out, stone withered to dust as it called out. You cannot weather this storm. With iron in…

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By Liathain, Blodwyn and Cerridwen A humourous song making light-hearted jest at the expense of Faramir – who was one of Albion’s best loved heroes around the turn of the century. A loyal and stalwart member of the Harts faction and firm supporter of Queen Elspeth Pendragon, Faramir was never one to take himself too…

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