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The Honourable Baron Justinian Clarus
Bard of Ealdormere

Rolling Down to Ealdormere

Rollin' Down to Ealdormere

words by Lord Sigurd Leothsanga

It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, that we vikings undergo,
And we don't give a damn 'bout your king or his land
Or how hard the wind does blow

'Cause we're homeward bound from a foreign ground
'Neath a sky that's bright and clear,
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere.

CHORUS
Rollin' down to Ealdormere, me boys,
Rollin' down to Ealdormere,
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere.

Once more we sail like a northern gale
'Neath a sky that calls for war.
Our brave young lords with their spears and swords
Come to raid upon your shore.

Then it's homeward bound from your foreign ground;
With your gold we'll disappear,
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere

CHORUS

The North Sea mist strikes a blow like a fist
When you face the sea alone.
Far away from your hearth and the land of your birth
And the ones you call your own.

Through the dark and the storm their prayers reach out
Hoping some fine day you'll hear
Your ragged sails running 'fore the gales,
Running home to Ealdormere.

CHORUS

A warrior's wage is of gold or the grave
where the ravens feast and caw.
When the wolves draw near, then the valkyrie appear,
Lead the way to Odin's halls.

No longer homeward bound from a foreign ground,
From your world we'll disappear,
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere

CHORUS

When our Queen does call many good men will fall
'Neath the spears of Aethelmarc.
While our wives stay home with children alone
Blades carry the widow's mark.

So it's homeward bound we pray to be found
With our families safe and near,
And we don't give a damn 'bout your king or his land,
just the folks of Ealdormere.

FINAL CHORUS
Rollin' down to Ealdormere, me boys,
Rollin' down to Ealdormere,
And we don't give a damn 'bout your king or his land,
And we don't give a damn 'bout his gold or his men,
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere.

Coronation

Light of the North
 
TRUMBRANDíS LAMENT
 
The Song of the Northern Wanderer (Home)
 
Rise
 
The River
 
Stand in the Shieldwall
 

Stone the Crows

Glenwhorple
 
Call the Names
 

Huntsmen's Harvest

The Poachers Song
 
True and Destined Queen
 

Fall Crown Tournement

Bow to the Crown
 
The Light Of the North
 
The Blazing Scarlet Banner
 

Waisail

My Old Man
 
The Kingdom Who Sings
 

Winter War

Rolling Down to Ealdormere
 
Rise
 

Last Court

The ''E'' Song
 

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