Alderon Tyran

The Second Civil War Is back! This time we have a remix of an old Worker's song from the 1930's more fitting for a modern audience, which asks, from a rural person's point of view, which side of the conflict the listener is on. All the articles with a date after 02/04/2022 are fictional, so no reason to be worried about the events being real... yet. Thank you to my Patreon Supporter Matthew, and if you would like to support me on Patreon as well, sign up here: https://www.patreon.com/AlderonTyran Lyrics Below as Per Usual, Lyrics: Come all of you good neighbors, the news to you I'll tell, Of how the city unrest has begun again to swell. They say in off in the city, there are no neutrals there: You'll either kill because you must, or be a thug without a care. [Chorus:] Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on, boys? Which side are you on? My daddy was a farmer, and I'm a farmer's son. I'll stick with our good hometown till every battle's won. My Brother was a trucker, he drove that fateful year. I still await his re-turn but I’ll stand without fear. [Chorus] My family has lived here, they’ve fought to make it through. But now the money’s useless and tyrants make lies true. Those rich men and those leaches get richer every year While we, working every day, can’t even afford a beer [Chorus] Those government thugs call for martial law, to keep us all in line Only those leaches and tyrants know that they will be fine Oh neighbors can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can? Will you lay down for them or lend us all a hand? [Chorus] Don't give up all your freedoms, don't listen to their lies. Us common folk don't have a chance, unless we organize. So shoulder to shoulder, together we shall stand. We'll beat the tyrants and the thugs, so come and lend a hand. [Chorus] Come all of you good people, you women and you men. Once more our backs are to the wall, under attack again. We'll fight a million battles, to defend our hard won rights. We're goin'to have to fight again, an' I ask you here tonight: [Chorus] It's time for a decision and you really have to choose. Will you support the rural folk or the city's cruel abuse?

An English Classic, the melody of this tune is originally from a Scottish song I may try if requested enough, this song tells of a man's impossible tasks for a former lover to win his favor back. Lyrics Below: I tried a new way to do the lyrics on this so we'll see how well it works. Lyrics: Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Tell her to make me a cambric shirt Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Without no seams nor needlework Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to find me an acre of land Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Between the salt water and the sea strands Then she'll be a true love of mine Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme And gather it all in a bunch of heather Then she'll be a true love of mine Are you goin' to Scarbo- rough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine

This renaissance song is a well known minstrel piece that is sung classically all over. The story goes that king Henery VIII composed this song for queen consort Anne Boleyn, as Anne allegedly rejected King Henery's attempts to seduce her. Although an interesting story, this is actually unlikely as the composition style is anachronistic for England at the time. Lyrics Below: Alas, my love, you do me wrong, To cast me off discourteously. For I have loved you well and long, Delighting your company. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. Your vows you've broken, like my heart, Oh, why did you so enrapture me? Now I remain in a world apart But my heart remains in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. I have been ready at your hand, To grant whatever you would'st crave, I have both wagered life And land, Your love And good-will for to have. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. If you intend thus to disdain, It does the more enrapture me, And even so, I still remain A lover in captivity. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. My men were clothed all in green, And they did ever wait on thee; All this was gallant to be seen, And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. Thou could'st desire no earthly thing, But still thou had'st it readily. Thy music still to play And sing; And yet thou wouldst not love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. Well, I will pray to God on high, That thou my constancy mayst see, And that yet once before I die, Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves. Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu, To God I pray to prosper thee, For I am still thy lover true, Come once again And love me. Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but my lady Greensleeves.

This song (from what I can find documented) is from the First American Civil War, however I have heard that the song is from earlier from other musicians so I'll let you come to your own beliefs on the age, but this song tells about two former lovers and reminiscing on their past love. This song had alot of guitar work and took ages to record because of constantly messing up little spots, so please forgive any hiccups in the guitar work. Lyrics: Oh, The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the ground again The sun's low down in the sky, Lorena The frost gleams where those flowers have been But the heart beats on as warmly now, As when the summer days were nigh Oh, The sun can never dip so low, To be down in affections cloudless sky A hundred months have passed, Lorena, Since last, I held that hand in mine And felt, The pulse beat fast, Lorena, Though mine, Beat faster far than thine A hundred months this flowery May, When up that hilly slope we climbed To watch, The dying of the day, And hear, The distant church bells chime We loved each other then, Lorena, Far more than we ever dared to tell And what we might have been, Lorena, Had our loving prospered well Then 'tis past, The years roll on, I'll not call up their shadowy forms I'll say, To them lost years, Sleep on, Sleep on, Nor heed lifes pelting storms

I Am Back! Sadly the world dictated that I not be allowed to have internet for an extended period of time making the whole "Consistent Uploading" thing kinda difficult. With the popularity of "By God We'll Have Our Home Again" I've decided to make another song in a similar vein. Taking a little inspiration from the community at Kaiser Cat Cinema, I decided to theme this song on the American Union State, and if this gets some popularity, I'll probably do songs for all the other American Factions. Lyrics Below: Oh, I'm a Modern Rebel Now, that's just what I am For this old land o’ free-dom I once gave half a damn. But now I fight against it I expect we’ll soon be done. And I expect no par-don For we’ll have surely won. Oh I will wish my family luck For I may not return And though I may fight for them For safety I do yearn But I will not surrender For if I do all is in vain And my family they will suffer More than just a little pain I won't be reconditioned I'll die before they try And for that bribe of basic income I do not care nor cry So I'm off for the fighting Soon as I can go I'll prepare my own weapon And start for fighting on I hates the Politicians And everything they do, I hates their Declarations And Bureau men in suits; I hates the rich men’s politics- 'Tis dripping with our blood- And now I hold this banner, I fight them in the mud. Three hundred thousand soldiers Stiff-in my homeland’s dust We’ll get three hundred thousand Before they conquer us They’ll die of traps and fever And bombs and homemade shot And I wish it’ll be three million But no more ammo we have got. This war is never-ending Or so the other’s cry But at least we haven't lost And we all are still alive! So what if we are fighting All-day and through the night The stakes, they only increase And our cause is proven right! General Note on the song: I am not trying to make any political statements, although I doubt the comments section will reflect that. This song is supposed to be for entertainment. Whether you agree or disagree with the song please don't take your opinions out on me, Enjoy!

To revisit a set of songs I've not been adding to lately, This is a beautiful Southerner song from the Civil War South. This song has a lot of different lyrics so I decided to go for one of my preferred lyrics. If people are interested, I may post another version with all 12 verses! Lyrics Below as Always. Lyrics: In the bright sunny south, in peace and content These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent From the deep flowing spring to the broad flowing streams Ever dear to my memory, sweeter is my dream I lay aside my confinements and comfort of life The dangers of warfare, provision and strife I have come to come close and reply with my word As I shoulder my rifle, and march to battle’s blurr My father looked sad as he bid me to part My mother embraced me with anguish of heart And my beautiful sister looked pale in her woe As she hugged me and blessed me, told me to go Dear father, dear father for me do not weep I'm a lonesome man and I mean that for to keep The dangers of war I intend for to share And for sickness and death I intend to prepare Dear mother, dear mother for me do not weep For a mother´s kind voice I ever will keep You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man And I'm going in defense of our own native land Dear sister, dear sister, I'm afeared of your woe Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so I must be going, for here I cannot stand I'm going in defense of your own native land Many thanks to Kaiser Cat Cinema for their rendition which inspired this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NSrv...

A Happy tune about a wannabe cavalryman. -- Original song by Corb Lund Band! If this song gets sufficient support, I may do a full version (This is only the first half of this cavalryman's story) Lyrics: I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war Well, I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long Well, I’d not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched But I'll be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war Let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns A sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav’lryman I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war Let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back in* front Cause I won’t be back on the rider-less black and I'm finished in my hunt I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more

The full story of the cavalryman. -- Original song by Corb Lund Band! I'll warn you ahead-of-time that this song changes tone significantly with the reprise. Lyrics: I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war Well, I wanna horse in the volunteer force that's riding forth at dawn Please save for me some gallantry that will echo when I'm gone I beg of you sarge let me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn Lemme at least leave a good hoof beat they'll remember loud and long Well, I’d not a good foot soldier make, I'd be sour and slow at march And I'd be sick on a navy ship, and the sea would leave me parched But I'd be first in line if they'll let me ride, by god, you'll see my starch Lope back o'er the heath with the laurel wreath underneath that vict’ry arch So, I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war Well let me earn my spurs in the battle's blur where the day is lost or won Well I'll wield my lance as the ponies dance and the blackguards fire their guns With a sabre keen, and a saddle carbine and an army Remington Where the hot lead screams with the cold, cold steel let me be a cav’lryman So, I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before I wanna mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war Well let 'em play their flutes and stirrup my boots and place them back in front And I won’t be back on the rider-less black lest I'm finished in my hunt Oh, I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna be in the cavalry, but I won't ride home no more I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut My favorite mare with her head in the air took the cannon in her gut In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm Was only sixty days till all we prayed us to get us home unharmed O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery That prove in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to tarred and barren ground With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honor did I see All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more...

A beautiful Russian folk song about a young girl waiting for her love to return home from war. A classic we all know, now in English! Lyrics: Apple trees and pear trees were a-blooming O'er the river hung the morning mist Out to shore went a little girl, Katyusha To the edge of a steep and rocky cliff Out to shore went a little girl, Katyusha To the edge of a steep and rocky cliff As she walked, she sang a little love song To a giant eagle of the steppe To the eagle, she sang about her loved one Of her dear whose letters she had kept To the eagle, she sang about her loved one Of her dear whose letters she had kept Oh, the song, the song that you have sung me Fly away, the sun will lead you there Find your hero in the foreign country Greet him well, Katyusha, when you're there Find your hero in the foreign country Greet him well, Katyusha, when you're there Let him not forget his simple maiden Let him hear the love song that she sends Let him know as he serves for his homeland Dear Katyusha, your love he will defend Let him know as he serves for his homeland Dear Katyusha, your love he will defend Apple trees and pear trees were a-blooming O'er the river hung the morning mist Out to shore went a little girl, Katyusha To the edge of a steep and rocky cliff Out to shore went a little girl, Katyusha To the edge of a steep and rocky cliff Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi, Paplyli tumany nad rekoy. Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha, Na vysokii bereg na krutoy. Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha, Na vysokii bereg na krutoy.

This song's Lyrics were a poem by Sir Cecil Spring-Rice: "Urbs Dei"/"The Two Father Lands". Written in 1925, the poem tells of the sacrifice that soldiers undertake as they serve their countries. Included for each image, is the country from which each soldier included fought (in their native language). Lyrics: (Not sung, usually spoken or read) I heard my country calling, away across the sea, Across the waste of waters, she calls and calls to me. Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head, And around her feet are lying the dying and the dead; I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns; I haste to thee, my mother, a son among thy sons. I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above, Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love; The love that asks no questions, the love that stands the test, That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best; The love that never falters, the love that pays the price, The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice. And there's another country, I've heard of long ago, Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know; We may not count her armies, we may not see her King; Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering; And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase, And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace. “The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” ― G.K. Chesterton

This was supposed to release on 9/11, but due to issues in editing, was delayed. This is a much darker cover of the popular song from the show "Vikings". Originally written by the Norse Skald Skalla Grimssonar, This version of the song features, English and Old Norse (Thanks to Jackson Crawford!). I hope you enjoy! Lyrics in the song (also below): Lyrics: [English] My mother told me someday I would buy galley with good oars sail to distant shores stand up on the prow noble barque I steer steady course to the haven hew many foe-men hew many foe-men ... My mother told me someday I would buy galley with good oars sail to distant shores stand up on the prow noble barque I steer steady course to the haven hew many foe-men hew many foe-men [Old Norse] Þat Mælti mín Móðir At mér skyldi kaupa Fley ok fagrar árar. Fara á brott með víkingum Standa upp í stafni, Stýra dýrum knerri, Halda svá til hafnar, Hǫggva mann ok annan Hǫggva mann ok annan [English] My mother told me someday I would buy galley with good oars sail to distant shores stand up on the prow noble barque I steer steady course to the haven hew many foe-men hew many foe-men Credit for the English Lyrics goes to the show Vikings (their translation) Credit for the Old Norse is to Skalla Grimssonar, and Jackson Crawford for helping provide the translation

This song was supposed to come out on Anzac Day but sadly I missed it due to circumstances. But not to disappoint, I'm bringing it now. Not the happiest song I've done, but I hope you enjoy! Lyrics Below: Lyrics: Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life on the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 me country said, Son It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun And they marched me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again And those that were left, well, we tried to survive In that mad world of blood, death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive While around me the corpses piled higher Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head And when I woke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead Never knew there was worse things than dying For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda All around the green bush far and free To hump tent and pegs a man needs both legs No more Waltzing Matilda for me So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn, and to pity But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared Then they turned all their faces away And so now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I see my old comrades how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glory And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" And I ask meself the same question But the band plays Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year, more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me? And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

This was supposed to release 2 days ago, but due to issues in editing, was delayed. This is a cover of the popular song from the show "Vikings", and the song is originally written by the Norse Skald Skalla Grimssonar. This version of the song features, English, Old Norse (Thanks to Jackson Crawford!), and German (my own translation). I hope you enjoy! Lyrics in the song (also below): Lyrics: [English] My mother told me someday I would buy galley with good oars sail to distant shores stand up on the prow noble barque I steer steady course to the haven hew many foe-men hew many foe-men [Old Norse] Þat Mælti mín Móðir At mér skyldi kaupa Fley ok fagrar árar. Fara á brott með víkingum Standa upp í stafni, Stýra dýrum knerri, Halda svá til hafnar, Hǫggva mann ok annan Hǫggva mann ok annan [English] My mother told me someday I would buy galley with good oars sail to distant shores stand up on the prow noble barque I steer steady course to the haven hew many foe-men hew many foe-men [German] Meine Mutter rat mich, In Zukunft sollte ich, Kaufen eine Galeere Segeln auf der weiten See Auf dem Bug ich stehen Ein eldes Schiff ich steuern Standfest Kurs zum Hafen hau viele Feinde hau viele Feinde Credit for the English Lyrics goes to the show Vikings (their translation) Credit for the Old Norse is to Skalla Grimssonar, and Jackson Crawford for helping provide the translation Credit for the German is my own translation* *Bitte, lass mich wissen, wie meine Übersetzung ist!

This is an English version of a Russian Lullaby, the lyrics are matched as closely as I can while keeping the rhyming nature, lyrics below. I hope you enjoy! Lyrics: Sleep now darling, little baby, Bayushki-bayu.* On your crib the moon above thee Gently sheds her light. Shall I start to, tell a story, This melody for you? Slumber now, a fable for thee, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. On it’s stones the Terek falling, A muddy palisade; Here the cruel Chechen‘s crawling, Sharpening a deadly blade; Battle hardened, is your father, Wary of no view:a So sleep then baby, don’t be bothered, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. You will know in dawns yet breaking, What a fearful race you’ll run; Boldly to the stirrup taking You’ll pick up your gun. Yours when you go into battle Woven of silk threads anew... Sleep my child, I’ll sew a saddle, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. A Hero will you, be tomorrow, A Cossack there will you stand. I shall see you leave with sorrow — You shall wave your hand... Many bitter tears will follow Concealing my love for you.. Sleep my angel without sorrow, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. I will start to pine and languish, Unconsoled to wait. Days will I entreat in anguish, Nights but guess your fate. What might, far from home, dismay you, What worries might you acrew... Sleep while worries can't betray you, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. This icon in your bosom cherish Sacred and adored: Keep it that you may not perish, Pray often to Our Lord; Gird for battle thinking of me, Keep me yet in view... Sleep now, won’t you, Oh my lovely, Bayushki-bayu, Bayushki-bayu. *This phrase doesn't really have a good translation into English, so it is left as is The closest approximation might be "Hushabye" but that's not really very close.

I Have Finally Returned! I will try to keep up a more regular schedule with uploads (more regular than once in a blue moon) now that I have finally finished university and am free from the shackles of Exams and Projects! This song is a particular favorite of mine! This is an Italian song written after and about the 1956 Hungarian Revolution (Occured in October), and now I'm singing it in English! (There is also a German version). Original Italian Version, and a Beautiful German Version Linked Below! Also, Lyrics Below! Se parli italiano, fammi sapere come è la traduzione! Ha magyarok vagytok, magyarul énekelt verzión dolgozom, csak megpróbálom kitalálni, hogy ezen a ponton hogyan mondjam ki helyesen a dolgokat. Lyrics: Charge on, you boys of old Buda You boys of old Pest, the day we’ll seize! Students, workers, and youth, we shall show, The sun will not rise in the east! We stood guard for a hundred days in silence And dreamed a hundred night of victory We youth of a new Hungary shall make October go down in History I recall that you had a rifle, Bring it to the square when you come Under my schoolbooks, waiting for me Is a pistol that I got from someone Six glorious days and six cold nights We celebrated and we gave thanks But on the seventh we heard in the early dawn The Russians in their thundering tanks The tanks crushed all of our bones And no one in the world will come to help They watch from the street side as we-all-die As the gutters fill with our blood Oh, please don’t tell my mother that I died Don’t tell her that today’s my last! darling say: He’s going to the mountains, And he’ll return when spring has just passed Oh Comrades surely we have lost, Our dreams of revolution were too tall, Soon they’ll take us and bind us And stand Hungary’s youth against the Wall Comrades we stand before the rifles The first and the second already shot And as each of us falls, so does our freedom And the honor of the world that just watched Our younger brothers will take our rifles The next youth will wait for their turn, And they’ll march to this song and remember this day And from the mountains we will return [Chorus] (Italian - I'm considering doing the entire song in Italian later on if enough people show interest) Avanti ragazzi di Buda, avanti ragazzi di Pest studenti, braccianti e operai, il sole non sorge più ad Est. (Hungarian - Still working on pronuciantion, else I would have included) Előre budai srácok előre pesti srácok diákok, földművesek, munkások, a nap nem kel fel többé keleten. Other Versions: Italian: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcKd6Yn7dMk German: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWFy5BxAPbg

This Christmas song tells the natitivity story from the presepctive of the wise men, asking "What Child Is this?" since they came expecting a princely ceremony and instead found a makeshift arrangement. Lyrics: What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary’s lap is sleeping, Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and angels sing; Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The babe, the son of Mary! Why lies He in such mean estate Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christian, fear: for the sinners here The silent Word is pleading. Nails, spear shall pierce him through, The Cross be borne for me, for you; Hail, hail the Word Made Flesh, The babe, the son of Mary! So bring Him incense, gold, and myrrh; Come, peasant, king, to own Him! The King of Kings salvation brings; Let loving hearts enthrone Him! Raise, raise the song on high! The virgin sings her lullaby. Joy! joy! for the Christ is born, The babe, the son of Mary! Raise, raise the song on high! The virgin sings her lullaby. Joy! joy! for the Christ is born, The babe, the son of Mary!

The Internet Sensation has got me! This is a version of "The Wellerman" by The Longest Johns, by me! This version includes: Ship sounds, my voice, and my guitar, (nothing else though...)! This version is a *little* longer than the original version, but I found that the slightly relaxed pace is a bit easier to follow. Lyrics below per usual! Lyrics: There once was a ship that put to sea And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down Blow, me bully boys, blow (Huh!) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her, a right whale bore The captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow (Hah!) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below (Huh!) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go No line was cut, no whale was freed The Captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the whaleman's creed She took that ship in tow (Huh!) Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go For forty days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go As far as I've heard, the fight's still on The line's not cut and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his a regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum One day, when the tonguin' is done We'll take our leave and go

This is a beautiful Irish-American song, I hope you enjoy! Lyrics: Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by, My mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly. I stepped on board a vision and followed with the wind, Till next I came to anchor at the cross near Spancil Hill. T'was on the 23rd June, the day before the fair, When lreland's sons and daughters and friends assembled there. The young, the old, the brave, the bold, came their duty to fill, At the parish church at Cluney, just a mile from Spancil Hill. I went to see my neighbors to hear what they might say: The old ones were all dead and gone; the young ones, turning gray. I met the tailor Quigley, he's bold as ever still, Sure he used to mend my britches when I lived at Spancil Hill. I paid a flying visit to my first and only love. She's fair as any lily and gentle as a dove. She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny, I love you still". She was Meg, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill. I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore. Ah, “Johnny you’re only joking as many’s the time before”. Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill. I awoke in far America, many miles from Spancil Hill.

A Story about a Missouri Oak and it's dream. -- Original song by Elliott Park! This was actually the first song I ever did a live performance of so it's really nice to finally record it. I hope you enjoy! Lyrics: This is a story that began long, long ago I was a young oak tree in dark Missouri soil And like all other saplings I had dreams of growing Strong and tall But one day a rebel with a bullet in his chest Hung his rifle on my limbs and laid to rest And there beside me as the blood soaked to my roots The soldier sang A song of grace ... The heavy rifle bowed me over to the ground Two years I stayed this way until the rifle fell And in this manner for a hundred years I grew All my dreams Not meant to be And then one day two men came with a cross cut saw They spoke of how my arch would hold a weight so strong And I feared not the blade for such a worthy cause And so I fell I gladly fell Three winter days aboard a northbound train Three more beneath the hewer's careful blade And while he worked he praised my rich red grain Perhaps it was the soldier's blood that day ... Now I'm the wooden arch that holds a mighty bell Three stocks before me cracked but I shall never fail Up in a tall cathedral high above my dreams Of long ago And on Sunday mornings when I hear that sweet refrain I see the soldier's face like it was yesterday Calling angels down from heaven with that hymn he softly sang Of God's good grace

This modern Christmas song became popular after it was written in 1991 by Mark Lowry and Buddy Greene and has since been recorded by several popular artists. So here I am recording as well for your entertainment. **I will mention, this song got dinged by YouTube for copyright, so the ads are not to my benefit Lyrics: Mary, did you know that your baby boy Would someday walk on water? Mary, did you know that your baby boy Would save our sons and daughters? Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? This child that you've delivered will soon deliver you Mary, did you know that your baby boy Will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know that your baby boy Would calm the storm with his hand? Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? When you've kissed your little baby Then you've kissed the face of God Mary, did you know? The blind will see, the deaf will hear The dead will live again! The lame will leap, the dumb will speak The praises of the Lamb! Mary, did you know that your baby boy Is Lord of all creation? Mary did you know that your baby boy Will one day rule the nations? Did you know that your baby boy was heaven's perfect Lamb? This sleeping child you're holding is the great "I Am"?

This American Song was written in 1854 and became very popular in the leadup to the American Civil War. This song asks the fortunate to consider the plight of the less fortunate. During the American Civil War, a version became popular among soldiers lamenting the quality of their food which, if this becomes popular, I will also record! Lyrics: Let us pause in life's pleasures and count it's many tears, while we all sup sorrow with the poor There's a song that will linger forever in our ears; Oh, hard times come again no more. Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh, hard times come again no more. While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay, there are frail forms fainting at the door Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say; Oh, hard times come again no more. Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh, hard times come again no more. There's a pale sorrow maiden who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o'er: Though her voice would be merry, 'tis sighing all the day, Oh, hard times come again no more. Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh, hard times come again no more. Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave, Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave; Oh, hard times come again no more. Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, hard times, hard times, come again no more Many days you have lingered around my cabin door; Oh, hard times come again no more. Oh, hard times come again no more.

This is my first attempt at an Acapella song on the channel and this particular song has always, in my opinion, been done best as a chant. so I am trying my hand at both for the first time for you all. Please let me know what you think. Lyrics in Latin and English Below: Lyrics: Latin English Veni, veni, Emmanuel Come, come, Emmanuel captivum solve Israel, set free a captive Israel qui gemit in exsilio, who cries in exile, privatus Dei Filio. deprived of the Son of God. R: Gaude! Gaude! Emmanuel, Rejoice! rejoice! Emmanuel, nascetur pro te Israel! Israel was born for you. Veni, O Sapientia, Come, oh Wisdom quae hic disponis omnia, You who commands all, veni, viam prudentiae come, to teach us the way ut doceas et gloriae. to prudence and glory. Veni, veni, Adonai, Come, come, my Lord, qui populo in Sinai whom to the people of Sinai legem dedisti vertice have given Your heavenly law in maiestate gloriae. with reverence and glory. Veni, O Iesse virgula, Come, oh Rod of Jesse, ex hostis tuos ungula, from the grasp of Your enemy, de specu tuos tartari from the abyss of hell, educ et antro barathri. lead Your people out. Veni, Clavis Davidica, Come, Key of David, regna reclude caelica, open the kingdom of heaven, fac iter tutum superum, make safe the way to heaven et claude vias inferum. and close the roads to hell. Veni, veni O Oriens, Come, come oh Dawn, solare nos adveniens, come and console us, noctis depelle nebulas, dispel the clouds of night, dirasque mortis tenebras. the ominous darkness and death. Veni, veni, Rex Gentium, Come, come, King of all nations, veni, Redemptor omnium, come, Redeemer of the world, ut salvas tuos famulos to save your servants, peccati sibi conscios. who are privy of sin.

Happy New Years Everyone! I hope you all find the new year to be better than this last one in all ways. Wherever you are around the world, I hope you enjoy! Lyrics: Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And surely you’ll buy your pint cup! And surely I’ll buy mine! And we'll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We two have run about the slopes, And picked the daisies fine; But we’ve wandered many a weary foot, Since auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We two have paddled in the stream, From morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared Since auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And there’s a hand my trusty friend! And give me a hand o’ thine! And we’ll take a right good-will draught, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne. We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

This is a beautiful song requested by someone close to me. Originally by Dan Fogelberg, this song tells about how the singer meets with an old friend after a long time apart. I hope y'all enjoy! I also got copyright claimed on this, so I hope y'all don't mind the ads! Lyrics: Met my old lover in a grocery store The snow was falling Christmas Eve I stole behind her in the frozen foods And I touched her on her sleeve. She didn't recognize the face at first But then her eyes flew open wide She went to hug me and she spilled her purse And we laughed until we cried. We took her groceries to the checkout stand The food was totaled up and bagged We stood there lost in our embarrassment As the conversation dragged. Went to have ourselves a drink or two But couldn't find and open bar We bought a six-pack at the liquor store And we drank it in her car. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now Tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how. She said she'd married her an architect Who kept her warm and safe and dry She would have liked to say she loved the man But she didn't want to lie. I said the years had been a friend to her And that her eyes were still as blue But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I Saw doubt or grati-tude. She said she saw me in the record stores And that I must be doing well I said the audience was heavenly But the travelling was hell. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to now Tried to reach beyond the emptiness But neither one knew how. We drank a toast to innocence We drank a toast to time Reliving in our eloquence An-other "auld lang syne". The beer was empty and our tongues were tired And running out of things to say She gave a kiss to me as I got out And I watched her drive away. Just for a moment I was back at school And felt that old familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain.

Another Japanese Song, Yuki no Shingun [雪の進軍] or "The Snowy March" is a song from the First Sino-Japanese War (1895) that laments the poor fighting conditions during the winter. This adaptation is not a transliteration but instead focuses on trying to capture the same sentiment as the original. 日本語を知っている方は、翻訳が良かったら教えてください！ Lyrics Below: "Yuki no Shingun" sing we men as we all march Through the ice and snow of this godforsaken cold The engines are frozen through as our canteens are filled with ice "So what" we cry as we toss them merrily off by the road’s wayside Brother, come with and with us you will find in this cold land All the joys of home are lost on you when you can’t feel your toes! "We love to march" is our reply to an officer’s question But what he asked I don’t quite know with frozen ears This cold can’t be endured even with a big bonfire Cause all the wood around us is green and frozen like us Brother, come with and with us you will find in this cold land All the joys of home are lost on you when you can’t feel your toes! The clothes that we wear are all that we have left of home The beds were lost somewhere in the snow at least a mile back The warmth that we do make only serves to melt more of the snow Soaking us ice-cold I say and only freezing us some more Brother, come with and with us you will find in this cold land All the joys of home are lost on you when you can’t feel your toes! Someday the spring will come and all the ice will melt right through And bloom will all the flowers of our great and proud homeland But until that day comes we trudge along with frozen toes On the bright side if we die in battle we’ll not suffer more Brother, come with and with us you will find in this cold land The intention of this war was never to let us return!