Why Do Fools Join My Grove?

Bardic Salvo #10, March 14th, 2002

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. "Here we Areh

By Rhiannon Hawk, Druid Heart Spirit Grove
March 2002, Copyright reserved
I really haven't figured out if there is another
tunes melody this would fit into, but here it is.

I Am a Man of Constant Borrow

By Mairi Ceolmhor, DC Grove
Feb 2002, For the Public Domain

Bardic Salvo #6, January 14th

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America

Filk is written by Mike, DC grove,
With inspiration from Pat Haneke, Akita Grove
January 2002, For the Public Domain
Original is gAmericah, written (& copyrighted)by Neil Diamond
1980 Stonebridge Music (ASCAP)

http://www.neildiamondhomepage.com/ for more on this famous bard.
http://members.tripodnet.nl/roontje10/alpha2.htm choose Diamondfs America (4:01)
Itfs hard to sing-along unless you are familiar with the original song.

Some people have called the Middle East; the Holy Land. Perhaps it once was especially so, but many people who have resided there havenft acted that way, nor have most others whofve been through there in the last 3 millenium. For this new millennium, I donft think that we need look any further than the dirt under our feet and the eyes of our neighbours to find the true Sacred. While we look to the British Isles and Europe for inspiration from the past, we take sustenance from the variegated soil of America for the future. I believe, the gAmericah song will be prominent at the Olympics.

Freec. Only want to be free We huddle close Hang on to a dream In the towns and in the wood In mountain and plains of America Making religion thatfs good Itfs possible in America The Gods don't seem so far away We're out searching night and day Oh yes, wefve been warned. Borne the brunt of their scorn. Home, is a green and a fertile land Plant our groves, trees rise from the sand. Beltanefs fire burning warm Samhain's fire burning warm Everywhere throughout the Earth Wefre reaching for Awareness. Old and New mix in rebirth; A strong faith, but with kindness. Got a dream to take us there The holy lands of America Got a dream we've come to share The holy lands of America Reformed Druids of America Reformed Druids of America Reformed Druids of America Reformed Druids of America The morn, the noon, the eve, the night, the dawn! Our Mothers lie below! Letfs Pray Our Fathers high above! Letfs Pray Our friends around! Letfs Pray Our hopes abound! Letfs Pray

. The Land of the Rising Sun

By Patrick Haneke, Akita Grove
Transcribed by Nozomi
January 2001, For the Public Domain
Original gThe House of the Rising Sunh by the Animals, sung by Dylan often.
http://celine-sa.hypermart.net/bd-midi.htm for MIDI music

For those who donft know it, Japan is known as the birthplace of the Sun and its mythology credits the Sun (Amaterasu) as giving birth to the Imperial Line and also all the people of Japan. They are the most advanced non-monotheistic country in the world, proving you donft have one god to be clever or rich. I wrote this to counter Mikefs patriotism, and reassert the value of other countries. Perhaps we should say gWe Cherish the Earthh more than gGod Bless Americah, since gitfs better to give than to receiveh

Chords from the Original: (Intro) Am . C/g . |D/f# . F . |Am . E . *|Am . . . Am C/g D/f# F Am C/g E Am C/g D/f# F Am E Am There is an island way out East They call the gRising Sunh And itfs seen the start of every long day. And Gods adore this one. Tall forests carpet the mountainsides. Islands fringe the long coasts A land filled with lush greenery, Legends, faeries & ghosts. Itfs a proud polytheistic land And so itfs reaped great wealth. And because they eat their vegetables They enjoy the best of health. They practice hundreds of ancient arts And each is a life-style. They learn skills both fine & practical Growinf wiser all the while. A warm sun above and lava below A cool sea stretched around The people celebrate each passing season In city, village & town. They say therefs a god in every rock; Seven in a grain of rice. And therefs many methods to reach out to them Mixing some faiths can be nice. Therefs still some lands that are still free: Korea, India, Vietnam But if youfd like to see a pagan paradise Go join the J.E.T. Program. (until 39 is still possible) There is an island way out East They call the gRising Sunh And itfs seen the start of every long day. And Gods adore this one.

Bard Arm

By Arm Wrath aiden_macallister@yahoo.com
March 25, 2000...copyright 2000

I am Arm Wrath, bard of my people's tree.
A member of Ancient Circle's Grove located in upstate New York.
My Archdruid, Inion An Daghdha has asked me to submit a poem to your contest.
My God, Ogma has given onto me many a word.
It is some of these that I wish to share with you now.

If I - was to stand and sing, Of all that I saw and heard, People listen from the crowd, Come forth - for I will bring. Words and songs of old, Stories yet begun, Take a seat - for I will tell, Heroes actions all retold. Long ago - we wandered here, Strung out - all the way, Getting lost - some of us, Separated thru the years. Life seemed better - way back then, Once - I remember - long ago, Merry - we were - in our place, Till the others came - like a wind. Alive we must - keep our way, Turmoil swept our land, Running - fighting - hiding there, Gathering - moving - I dare say. Hold on - we tried to keep it tight, Time of passage - has it's way, One by one we stood and fought, People - ways - lost in sight. At times - I thought I saw, Of whom - I knew before, Wishing - sometimes in the way, Backwards - before the times of raw. Many of us - young and old, Warriors strong - thru and thru, Taught in ways - I can recall, Protect thy people - die or do. Here I am - before you now, Thinking - of what has come and gone, Descendants you - of what is left, Brought forth together - I see not how. One says this - another that, Why not old - why not new, Together - you should come, Form your tribe to be exact. I am Bard of my people's tree, Nothing is easy in all of life, Memories past the ancestors speak, For thou - I bring - our history free.

Solitary Druid

By Mairi Ceolbhor, D.C. Grove
January 2002, For the Public Domain
Original gSentimental Journeyh by Bud Green, Les Brown & Ben Homer in 1944.
Copyright 1944 by Morley Music co., Inc. 31 West 34th St., NY., NY 10019. Renewed 1971.
http://members.tripod.com/~RoseMcK/sentimental-journey.mid for lovely music

The vocal was memorably sung by Doris Day.
There were unfounded fears of the extreme vocal ranges required.
Some in the band first thought that it was not going to connect with the kids.
At it's debut in the Hotel Pennsylvania's Cafe Rouge the kids went crazy!

Gonna be a Solitary Druid Gonna choose my very own path Gonna be a Solitary Druid And renew ways from the past. Got my harp, got my bottled whiskey Spend some time in the deep forest Like a child on a magical journey I long to learn more before I rest. Wisdomc thatfs the thing I look for, wisdom. And with knowledge will come freedom Learninf every day a new lesson from Trees and birds, moon and sun. Never thought my life could be so fluid Will I efer rejoin a grove? Gotta be a solitary Druid Solitary Druid for now. Solitary Druid...

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Bardic Salvo #5, December 27th

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. I'm a Believer

Copyrighted Parody by Gayla Paul of Corn Grove, Iowa,2000
Original by Neil Diamond, copyright song "I'm a BelieverE1966
Made famous by The MonkeesE& ShrekE#060;
Colgems-EMI Music, Inc. (ASCAP) and Stonebridge Music (ASCAP)
http://www.midihaven.addr.com/midi/monkees1.html for the music

I thought Druids only lived in fairy tales Magic everywhere but not for me Life was out to get me That's the way it seems Then it came together like a dream I found sacred space Now I'm a believer Not a trace Of doubt in my mind I'm a Druid And I'm a believer I couldn't leave Her If I tried Earth-Mother blesses me with many things Laughing Be'al makes my heart feel light Now I walk in wonder In awe of everything Better even than my wildest dreams I found sacred space Now I'm a believer Not a trace Of doubt in my mind I'm a Druid And I'm a believer I couldn't leave Her If I tried

. Silbury Hill

Filked by Dagda O'Flatterme Dagda's copyright, c2001
by Martin Bernard Victor.
The Fortunecity.com site I found the lyrics at did not list a copyright date.
But there is something I neglected to list. Satchmo only recorded the song.
It was made most popular by the cover made by Fats Domino.
It was penned by Al Lewis, Vincent Rose, and Larry Stock.
It is possible that the song has passed into the public domain by now.
The Writers may be dead, and I doubt that their estate bothered to renew the copyright.
For the music, see http://www.christeen.net/midi.html And choose Blueberry Hill #6
[ See Mike's version of Blueberry Hill in Bardic Salvo #3]

I found my thrill...on Silbury Hill On Silbury Hill...When I found you The moon stood still...on Silbury Hill And remained until...our magick came true. The winds in the oaks sang...Arwen's harmony And our hearts did pang...for our will to be And in my heart...it gives me a chill When I think of it still...of Silbury Hill I found my thrill...on Silbury Hill You were dressed in blue...when I found you We were awed...before the Gods And gave them our will...on Silbury Hill The wind in the oaks did play... our heart's melody And the troth we pledged...is fore'er to be And in my heart...it gives me a chill For you are my thrill...on Silbury Hill.

Och, Baby, Baby, Yer'n Cannie Bard

Pat Haneke, Akita Grove
Allegedly based on "Wild world" by Cat Stephens.
For the Public Domain, made in January 2001
Dedicated to Sine Ceolbhinn, may you oneday learn to Scat. : )
(with his worst Scots accent, apologies to all)
http://www.scots-online.org/
www.electricscotland.com/tourist/sh_700.htm

catstevens.com/discography/songs/00102.html for MIDI tune ( "Wild World" )

Noo thaEA've gied ilka sang tae yous Ye sed ye wanna sing sumthin newe An' tis breekin' me hert, yer roamin'; Aye Lass, A'm gloamin' Bit, gin ye wilna stey, tak guid care Howp ye hae muckle braw claes tae weir Bit than a muckle braw (t)hings birl ill oot thar Chorus Och, baby, baby, yer'n cannie bard Tis sair tae mak do jist aboun ain sang Och, baby, baby, yer'n cannie bard I will aye weys mind ye lik tae traivel, lass Ye ken I've larned muckle o aw thar warld dow dae AnEtis breekinEme hart in twa 'Tis A'm nivver wunta see ye dowie, lass Dinna be camsteerie, lass. Bit gin ye will nae stay, tak guid care Howp ye meit in wi' cantie freen oot thar Bit jist mine ye thar's muckle orra gowk fur shair. Chorus Lassie, I luve ye Bit, gin ye wilna stey, tak guid care Howp ye hae muckle braw claes tae weir Bit than a muckle braw (t)hings birl ill oot thar Chorus

Incipit Gestis Rudolphi Rangifer Tarandus

An Old English Poem by Philip Chapman-Bell written in 1996
Copyright © 1996 Philip Chapman-Bell; All Rights Reserved.
Used with permission.
< a href="http://www.georgetown.edu/cball/oe/rudolph.html">www.georgetown.edu/cball/oe/rudolph.html for original spellings. For usage, please contact: chapbell@crocker.com
suggested by Lee Fugat (Druid Heart Grove Newsgroups)
For basic Anglosaxon go to the following page:
www.uvsc.edu/courseinfo/engl/mcdonari/wanderweb/basics.htm

Hwaet, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor -- . Naefde thaet nieten unsciende naethrlas! Glitenode and gladode godlice nosgrisele. Da hofberendas mid huscwordum hine gehefigodon; Nolden tha geneatas Hrodulf naetig To gomene hraniscum geador aetsomne. Tha in Cristesmaes seaefne stormigum clommum, Halga Claus thaet gemunde to him mathelode: "Neahfreond nihteage nosubeorhtende! Min hroden hraedwaen gelaed thu, Hrodulf!" Da gelufodon hira laddeor tha lyftflogan -- Waes glaednes and gliwdream; hornede sum gegieddode "Hwaet, Hrodulf readnosa hrandeor, Brad springth thin blaed: breme eart thu!" Explicit

Hrodulf the Red-Nosed Reindeer (Modern English translation) Here Begins the Deeds of Rudolph, Tundra-Wanderer Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer -- That beast didn't have unshiny nostrils! The goodly nose-cartilage glittered and glowed. The hoof-bearers taunted him with proud words; The comrades wouldn't allow wretched Hrodulf To join the reindeer games. Then, on Christmas Eve bound in storms Santa Claus remembered that, spoke formally to him: "Dear night-sighted friend, nose-bright one! You, Hrodulf, shall lead my adorned rapid-wagon!" Then the sky-flyers praised their lead-deer -- There was gladness and music; one of the horned ones sang "Lo, Hrodulf the red-nosed reindeer, Your fame spreads broadly, you are renowned!"

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Bardic Salvo #4, December 14th

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I Told The Archdruid By Mike Scharding, D.C. Grove For the Public Domain, Nov 2001 (A.K.A. “I told the Witch DoctorE or A.K.A. "Ooo-ee Ooo-ah ah, ting tang, walla walla, bing bang") For the music, see http://www.oocities.org/ohtoad/WitchDoctor.html

If I Had A Rich Grove By Patrick Haneke, Akita Grove, RDNA Year 2001 For the Public Domain Original "If I was a rich man" (short) Short Music File 1:35 (long) Long Music File 4:55

I told my ArchDruid This grove just can't be right. I told my ArchDruid I sun-worship at night! And then the Archdruid She told me where to go: She said that; N.R.D.N.A, H.K., O.B.O.D., E.D., B.C.U. & B., T.D., B.D.O., O.B.D., E.D.O., U.A.O.D. , I.O.D., B.C.D., D.C.S.G, A.D.F., May B O.K. 4 U. I told my ArchDruid Your site's not cool at all. I told my ArchDruid Your rocks are just too small And then the ArchDruid She told me where to go: She said that; N.R.D.N.A, H.K., O.B.O.D., E.D., B.C.U. & B., T.D., B.D.O., O.B.D., E.D.O., U.A.O.D. , I.O.D., B.C.D., D.C.S.G, A.D.F., May B O.K. 4 U. I told my ArchDruid I want a group more wise I told my ArchDruid Those robes don't match my eyes. And then the ArchDruid She told me where to go: She said that; N.R.D.N.A, H.K., O.B.O.D., E.D., B.C.U. & B., T.D., B.D.O., O.B.D., E.D.O., U.A.O.D. , I.O.D., B.C.D., D.C.S.G, A.D.F., May B O.K. 4 U. SPOKEN POETIC INTERLUDE #1 You've been trying to 'void me Just like I was a big jerk, And I'll admit I wasn't very smart. So I went out And found myself A real group whose magic works; Cuz you eagerly Showed me where to start. I told my Archdruid Let's draw a pentagram, I told my Archdruid and call Gods from Viet-nam. And then the Archdruid She told me where to go: (Actually, she was at a loss for words.) (But after a pause, this is what I heard) She said that; N.R.D.N.A, H.K., O.B.O.D., E.D., B.C.U. & B., T.D., B.D.O., O.B.D., E.D.O., U.A.O.D. , I.O.D., B.C.D., D.C.S.G, A.D.F., May B O.K. 4 U. * * * * * * * * * Other Possible verses: SPOKEN POETIC INTERLUDE #2 You've been worshipping the Earth in forests, wide plains and desert, but I prefer sky-clad on a full-moon; But only indoors, With big crystals, Cuz I'm allergic to chills & dirt; So let's postpone Beltane until late June. I told my ArchDruid I sacrifice pickles. I told my Arch Druid A Boomerang's my sickle. And then the Archdruid She told me where to go: She said that; N.R.D.N.A, H.K., O.B.O.D., E.D., B.C.U. & B., T.D., B.D.O., O.B.D., E.D.O., U.A.O.D. , I.O.D., B.C.D., D.C.S.G, A.D.F., May B O.K. 4 U. (And then she really told me where to goE) * * * * * * * * * * (By the way, if you're curious: New Reformed Druids of North America, Henge of Keltria, Order Bards Ovates & Druids, Ecole Druidique, British Circle of the Universal Bond, , Temple of Danaan, British Druid Order, Order of British Druids, Enchanted Druid Order, United Ancient Order of Druids, Insular Order of Druids, Bandarach College of Druids, Divine Circle of the Sacred Grove, Ar nDraiocht Fein)

Spoken introduction: "Dear Gods, you made many, many poor priests. I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor. But it's no great honor either! So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?" . If I had a rich grove Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'll biddy biddy bum If I had a wealthy grove. I wouldn't have to work hard Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum If I had a biddy bidy rich Deedle daidle deedle daidle grove. I'd build a big tall henge With stones by the dozen Placed in a million-acre wood, A fine green hill with a burial mound below. There could be one long labrynth just going up And one even longer coming down And one more leading Nowhere just for show! I'd fill my grove with trees, Protect endangered wildlife, For the world to come and see, Filled with beauty and a campground. A peaceful place, no strife, Pollution or roads; Our woods like an island in the sea, If I had a wealthy grove. If I had a rich grove Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I had a wealthy grove. I wouldn't have to work hard Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum If I had a biddy bidy rich Deedle daidle deedle daidle grove. I see my school, my college, Looking like a rich church's school, With a proper faculty Researching Dru'dry to our heart's delight. I see us drawing students All shuffling in baggy robes Oy! What a happy place we'd be, Singing at the bonfires day and night! If I were paid I'd have the time I lack To sit in the hill-top tow’r and pray And maybe have a seat by the eastern wall And I'd discuss the holy books With the learned folk Seven hours every day. That could be the sweetest thing of all. The most important folk in town Will come down to our woods. They will ask me to advise them Like old King Connor the wise; “If you please Arch Druid, Pardon me Arch DruidE#060 Posing problems that would cross An Ollamh's eyes. Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi, Draoi. And it won't make one bit of difference If I answer right or wrong. When you're rich, They think you really know. If I had a rich grove Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum All day long I'd biddy biddy bum If I had a wealthy grove. I wouldn't have to work hard Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum If I had a biddy bidy rich Deedle daidle deedle daidle grove. If I had a rich grove Daidle deedle daidle deedle daidle dum Gods help me reach these noble dreams, Yes, no matter how hard it seems. I'd even steal a dragon's treasure trove, How I want a wealthy grove! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Sorry, couldn't fit these in: Druidic Craft of the Wise, Dalriada, Celtic Traditionalist Order of Druids, An Druidh Uileach Braithreachas, Order of the White Oak,Reformed Druidic Wicca, Missionary Order of The Celtic Cross, Order of the Mithril Star, IMBAS, ect.

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. Grief Stricken America

By Shane A. Saylor, of D.C. Metro Area
For the Public Domain, Nov. 2001

Old Glory flaps in the wind, soaked with [the] tears of the slain. The tears keep coming down in buckets, with end in sight. And yet, our own tears are mixed with theirs here on the ground. The ground is soaked with both blood and tears. And as I gaze at the hills above I wonder when the land will slide down And bury us in our grief. Our grief can smother us if we let it. But how do we fight something that comes in waves? That can come at unexpected times? How to fight something that is akin to quicksand? It threatens to pull us down, to weaken our resolve. Our morale has suffered a large wound. The time it will take to heal is immeasurable. America is wounded. And it is lashing out at our oppressors like a wounded animal. Yet I fear that this wounded animal will, with time, turn on its allies before it falls dead, its heart filled with vengeance and it soul filled with grief.