Mysterious text supplied in May 1123 with no context “What ho?”, man “What ho?” “Open up my good man” “What do you want?” “Caitlin just caught me.” “You let her catch you?” “I don’t know how I let this happen.” “With who?” “The group next door, you know?” “Oh man…” “I don’t know what to…

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War between brothers Sire fighting son Only division where once there was oneWar between brothers Son fighting sire Kin laid with kin in the funeral pyre by Heather of Dale – dated from the time the Royal House Pendragon went to war with itself in the period known as the Anerchy. This song became popular…

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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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