1. The Bear and the Maiden Fair
- "A bear there was,"
- "A bear, A BEAR!
- "All black and brown,"
- "And covered with hair!
- "Oh come they said,"
- "Oh come to the fair!"
- "The fair? said he,
- "But I'm a bear!"
- "All black and brown,"
- "And covered in hair!"
- "And down the road,"
- "From here to there,"
- "From here!To there!"
- "Three boys, a goat,"
- "And a dancing bear!"
- "They danced and spun,"
- "All the way to the fair!"
- "Oh! sweet she was,"
- "And pure and fair,"
- "The maid with honey,"
- "In her hair! Her hair,"
- "The maid with honey,"
- "in her hair!"
- The bear smelled the scent,
- "On the summer air!"
- "The Bear! The Bear!"
- "All black and brown,"
- "And covered with hair!"
- "He smelled the scent,"
- "On the summer air,"
- "He sniffed and roared,"
- "And smelled it there!"
- "Honey on the summer air!"
- "Oh I'm a maid,"
- "And I'm pure and fair,"
- "I'll never dance,"
- "With a hairy bear,"
- "A bear! A bear!"
- "I'll never dance,"
- "With a hairy bear!"
- "The bear,the bear!"
- "Lifted her high,"
- into the air!"
- The bear, the bear!"
- "I called for a knight!"
- "But you're a bear!"
- "A bear! A bear,"
- "All black and brown,"
- "And cover in hair!"
- "She kicked and wailed,"
- "The maid so fair,"
- "But he licked the honey,"
- "From her hair!"
- "Her hair! Her hair!"
- "He licked the honey,"
- "From her hair!"
- "Then she sighed and squealed,"
- "And kicked the air,"
- "She sang: My bear so fair,"
- "And off they went,"
- "The bear! The bear!"
- "And the maiden fair!"
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- He rode through the streets of the city,
- down from his hill on high,
- O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,
- he rode to a woman's sigh.
- For she was his secret treasure,
- she was his shame and his bliss.
- And a chain and a keep are nothing,
- compared to a woman's kiss
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For hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm...
3. Mothers Hymn
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- Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
- Save our sons from war, we pray.
- Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
- Let them know a better day.
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- Gentle Mother, strength of women,
- Help our daughters through this fray.
- Soothe the wrath and tame the fury,
- Teach us all a kinder way.
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- Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
- Save our sons from war, we pray.
- Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
- Let them know a better day.
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5. Last of the Giants
Ooooooh, I am the last of the giants,
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- my people are gone from the earth.
The last of the great mountain giants,
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- who ruled all the world at my birth.
Oh the smallfolk have stolen my forests,
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- they’ve stolen my rivers and hills.
And the’ve built a great wall through my valleys,
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- and fished all the fish from my rills.
In stone halls they burn their great fires,
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- in stone halls they forge their sharp spears.
Whilst I walk alone in the mountains,
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- with no true companion but tears.
They hunt me with dogs in the daylight,
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- they hunt me with torches by night.
For these men who are small can never stand tall,
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- whilst giants still walk in the light.
Oooooooh, I am the LAST of the giants,
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- so learn well the words of my song.
For when I am gone the singing will fade,
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- and the silence shall last long and long.
6. Dornishman's wife
The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun,
- and her kisses were warmer than spring.
But the Dornishman's blade was made of black steel,
- and its kiss was a terrible thing.
The Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathed,
- in a voice that was sweet as a peach,
But the Dornishman's blade had a song of its own,
- and a bite sharp and cold as a leech.
As he lay on the ground with the darkness around,
- and the taste of his blood on his tongue,
His brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayer,
- and he smiled and he laughed and he sung,
"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are done,
- the Dornishman's taken my life,
But what does it matter, for all men must die,
- and I've tasted the Dornishman's wife!"
