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          AND "THE BLACK BOOK OF LOCKSLEY" CM Prod. (no number yet)
        With chordings as annotated by Ioseph of Locksley
               for Janos der Kleiner, Yule 1990
  • *
                         STRANGEST DREAM
              copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III
              recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE  WTP-0002C
        C                                  F           C
  Last night I had the strangest dream in this bleak century
      G7                      C    Am       Dm7       G7   C
  I dreamed that people the world around believed in Chivalry
       F              C              F                 C
  I dreamed I saw a Kingly Crown enshrined in laurel leaves
        F                C   Am   Dm7     G7      C
  with Grace and Joy and Purity attendant at his feet
  I dreamed I saw the perfect Knight receive his accolade
  and minstrels sang and children laughed in some soft forest glade
  I dreamed I saw the finest thing that ever man could make
  grow great and strong and undefiled: Pray God I never wake!
  Last night I had the strangest dream in this bleak century
  I dreamed that people the world around believed in Chivalry
  • CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE, WTP-0002 tune: "Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat" (Trad. Appalachian) The Guitar is tuned "DADGBD" and only two chords are used: "D" dorian mode: string: 6 5 4 3 2 1 this is just like a normal "D" chord but with fret number: 0 0 0 2 3 0 first string unfingered. "C" dorian mode: string: 6 5 4 3 2 1 the 5th and 6th strings fingered like "C" fret number: 0 3 2 0 3 0 with the 2nd string held from the other chord. D C Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand D once I talked to a great Grey Man D spun three times and said with a sigh C D hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye! Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay hi di diddle i diddle i day fol the dink a dum diddle do di day Hi said the Lady, dressed in green The Circle forms, the Circle flows prettiest thing I've ever seen the Circle goes where no man knows she went down underneath the hill Hail to the Lady, one in three: and came back out of her own free will Present is Past and Past is Me! Brian Boru, on Irish ground Hi said the Lady dressed in white walked three times the Island round sang the Day and sang the Night Norsemen came lookin for a fight sang the Land and sang the Sea just another Irish Saturday night! sang the Song, and then sang Me! Hi said Lugh on the banquet night Salt and oil and mirror bright a poet and a player and a good wheelwright fire and fleet and candlelight a harper and a warrior and none the least: by fin and feather, leaf and tree, a Druid and he got in to the Feast! fill the cup and blessed be! Harold Haardrada's face was red! From the misty crystal sea Came to Britain and he wound up dead Came the Lady to the lea Stamford Bridge is where he's found Sword and Roses in Her Hand got six feet of English ground Spread their seeds thruout the Land the Legion with it's Eagles bright Came the Stag from oaken wood marched into the Pictish night saw the Lady where she stood met them there upon the sand by the fire burning bright gave em up to the Wicker Man! came to know his heart's delight! eight-legged steed and hound of Hel By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well Blessed Be: the Day I've found fire burn and fire spark Hail to the Lady, one in Three are you then feared of the dark? Present is Past and Past is WE Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn all thru the Day all thru the Night Blessed be the Day you're born! Hail to the Lady, one in Three Fire burn and fire bright Present is Past and Past is Thee! walk in safety thru the night * The lyrics to "A Pict Song" can be found in Rudyard Kipling's book "Puck Of Pook's Hill." Due to copyright restrictions they are NOT included here.
                       LORD OF THE DANCE
   -Gwyddion PenDderwyn, Amy Falkowitz, Ann Case, Len Rosenberg

The chord "Am+G" is fingered by raising the first finger off the 2nd string in a standard "Am" chord and then placing the little finger on the 6th string, 3rd fret (G).

The chord "Am+B" is fingered by raising the first finger off the 2nd string in a standard "Am" chord.

      She danced on the water, and the wind was Her horn
           G                                E7
      The Lady laughed, and everything was born
           Am                            Dm
      And when She lit the sun and its' light gave Him birth
           Am                       Am+G           E7
      The Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth
    (Chorus): Dance, dance, where ever you may be
              C         G           (Bm)       E7
              I am the Lord of the Dance, you see!
                 Am     Am+B                 Am
              I live in you, and you live in Me
                     Am      Am+B       G      E7   Am
              And I lead you all in the Dance, said He!
      I danced in the morning when the World was begun
      I danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun
      I was called from the Darkness by the Song of the Earth
      I joined in the Song, and She gave Me the Birth!
      I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high
      I dance in the Fire, and I never, ever, die
      I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea
      For I am the Lord of the wave's mystery
      I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain
      I dance in the wind, and thru the waving grain
      And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain;
      In the Spring I'm the Lord of the Dance once again!
      I dance at the Sabbat when you dance out the Spell
      I dance and sing that everyone be well
      And when the dancing's over do not think that I am gone
      To live is to Dance! So I dance on, and on!
      I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the Sun
      And I count the fruits of the Harvest, one by one
      I know the Storm is coming, but the Grain is all stored
      So I sing of the Dance of the Lady, and Her Lord:
      The Horn of the Lady cast its' sound 'cross the Plain
      The birds took the notes, and gave them back again
      Till the sound of Her music was a Song in the sky
      And to that Song there is only one reply:
      The moon in her phases, and the tides of the sea
      The movement of the Earth, and the Seasons that will be
      Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise thru the years
      That the Dance goes on thru all our joy, and tears
      We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin
      And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind
      The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance,
      But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance!
      The sun is in the southland and the days grow chill
      And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill
      'Tis the horn of the Hunter, as he rides across the plain
      And the Lady sleeps 'til the Spring comes again
      The Sun is in the Southland and the days lengthen fast
      And soon we will sing for the Winter that is past
      Now we light the candles and rejoice as they burn
      And we dance the Dance of the Sun's return!
      They danced in the darkness and they danced in the night
      They danced on the Earth, and everything was light
      They danced out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn
      And the Day of that Dancing is still going on!       
      I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth
      And I feel the pain of dying, and re-birth
      And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise 
      For the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay
      I dance in the stars as they whirl throughout space
      And I dance in the pulse of the veins in your face
      No dance is too great, no dance is too small,
      You can look anywhere, for I dance in them all!
                  FARAIS UN VERS DREIT RIEN
                              -William IX, Count of Poitiers
                               tune: Ioseph of Locksley
                                     copyright 1976 W.J.Bethancourt III
                               recorded: "Celtic Circle Dance"
                    G                C
              I'll make some verses just for fun
               G                 Am7 D7
              Not about me, nor anyone
                    G               C           Am7
              Nor deeds that noble Knights have done,
                   G      D7
              Nor Love's ado
                 G                C
              I made them riding, in the sun..
                   G      D7     G    (D  G)
              My horses helped, too!
              When I was born? I cannot say!
              I am not sad, I am not fey,
              I am not stiff, nor degage...
              What shall I do?
              Long since, enchanted by a Fay,
              Star-touched I grew.
              Dreaming for living I'll mistake
              Unless I'm told when I'm awake
              My heart is sad, and nigh to break
              With bitter rue
              And I don't care three crumbs of cake
              Nor even two!
              So ill am I that Death I fear
              (I nothing know but what I hear...)
              I hope there is a doctor near
              no matter who!
              If he can cure me, I'll pay dear;
              If not: He's thru!
              I have a Lady; who, or where 
              I cannot tell you, but I swear
              She treats me neither ill, nor fair,
              But I'm not blue...
              Just as the * Normans * stay...up there...
              OUT of Poitou!
              I have not seen, yet I adore
              This distant love, she sets no store
              On what I think, and furthermore...
              ('tis sad, but true)
              Others there are...some three...or four...
              I've made this verse, if you'll allow
              I think I'll pass it on right now
              To one who'll send it on, somehow,
              Up to Anjou.
              He'd tell me what it means, I vow,
              If he but knew!
  • * TWA CORBIES (Child #26) (Tune: from Brittany: "Al Alarc'h") recorded by Joe Bethancourt "Celtic Circle Dance" This is best done a capella, but if you need chordal accompaniment, use the tuning and chords for Celtic Circle Dance. As I gang waukin' all alane I heard twa corbies makin' a mane the t'ane untae t'ither spake whaur sall we gang and dine today? On yonder hill by yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a nu slain knight and nae man ken that he lies there save hawk and hound and Lady fair His hound is tae th' huntin' gaen his hawk tae fetch th' wyld fowl haem his Lady's ta'en anither mate so we may mak' noo our dinner sweet Thou sall sit on his bonny hause-bein and I'll pluck oot his bonny blue e'en His luvly strands of gowden haar sall theek our nest when it grows bare There's mony a man for him mak's mane but nane sall ken whaur he has gaen o'wer his whyte bones when they are bare the wynd sall blaw forever mair. *
                    DIE GEDANKEN SIND FREI
           -from the Bundshuh Rebellion, March 17, 1525
     Translation by Arthur Kevess copyright 1950 People's Songs Inc.
     Recorded: "The Black Book of Locksley"
                     A                     E7         A
              Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten?
                    A                  E7          A
              Sie fliehen vorbei wie naechlichte shaten
                     E7              A           E7       A
              Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jager ershiessen
                   D       A           E7          A
              Es bleibet dabei: die Gedanken sind frei!
      Die Gendanken sind frei: my thoughts freely flower
      Die Gedanken sind frei: my thoughts give me power
      No scholar can map them, no hunter can trap them
      No man can deny: Die Gedanken sind frei!
              Ich denke was ich will, und was mich begluecket
              Doch alles in der Still, und wie es sich shicket
              Mein Wunsch und Begehren kann niemand verwehren
              Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei!
      I think as I please, and this gives me pleasure
      My concience decrees: this Right I must treasure!
      My thoughts will not cater to Duke nor Dictator
      No man can deny: Die Gedanken sind frei!
              Und sperrt man mich ein im finsteren Kerker
              Das alles sind rein vegebliche Werke;
              Denn meine Gedanken zerreissen die Schranken
              Und Mauern entzwei: Die Gedanken sind frei!
      And if tyrants take me and throw me in prison
      My thoughts will burst free, like blossoms in season!
      Foundations will crumble, the prison will tumble,
      And free men will cry: Die Gedanken sind frei!
      Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken Sind Frei!
  • * ATENVELDT -Ioseph of Locksley © copyright 1974, 1990 W.J.Bethancourt III (Tune: "The West's Awake" G C Am For all the Lands where I have dwelt D7 G Oh Atenveldt, Oh Atenveldt G C Am till rivers burn and mountains melt D7 G lest I forget my Atenveldt G C From deserts stark to snow-capped peaks C Am D7 from silent lakes and laughing creeks G C G sing: Oh let man find his heart's ease D7 G on rocky plains, in desert breeze For oft I thought of mighty men who carved a Land with sword and pen and lit a candle, burning bright, that pierced the darkness; stirred the night! tho some are gone their deeds remain this sunny Crown without a stain sing: Oh, their deeds were not in vain! in sunlit days, and falling rain….. So raise your banners, blazoned bright Advance the Dream and Shine the Light! in battle's crash and Revel's song raise high the Flag and wave it long! For all the Lands wherein I've dwelt I love you best, my Atenveldt! Sing: Oh the Joy that I have felt! My Atenveldt…My Atenveldt! *
                  WEAPONS AT THE DOOR
                           -Ioseph of Locksley
                  (c) 1974 W. J. Bethancourt III

Being a Polemic concerning the alleged Custom of the West Kingdom concerning checking your Weapons at the Door of the Revel Hall. As the Satire is the Weapon of the Bard, this said Polemic is to be checked at the Door, along with swords, knives, redheaded Ladies and other such Deadly Things…..

       G               C                G         D7     G
    As I roved out to Western Lands to take the Western Air
       G           C                G      D7            G
    I went into a Revel Hall and I saw a Twelfth Night there
        G             Em               G          D7
    but I was halted at the gate by a Privy Consellor
    (in false Gregorian Chant:)  that's the man who tells the King of 
                                 the West how to go to the bath room!
          G               C               G      D7      G
    who told me I would have to check my Weapons at the door
    As I, in my astonishment, stood hung on tenter-pegs
    a Knight came in whose Prouess hung down between his legs
    the Doorman grabbed a greatsword and he struck the Knight full sore
    and gave him a reciept; he left his weapon at the door!
    a Bard was next whose goodly Voice has entertained us all
    but he, too, was prevented from entering the Hall
    and told he could not carry deadly weapons on the floor
    he left his Voice and Harp among the weapons at the door
    a Master entered graciously, a man we all know well
    who holds a 3rd Dan Black Belt, tho this he'd never tell
    the Master struggled valiantly, the Master cursed and swore
    but he left his hands, and feet, as weapons at the door
    the company was jovial, altho a bit dismayed
    for lack of proper cutlery, down to the smallest blade
    for even teeth and fingernails, each can be used in War
    were cut, and pulled, and left behind, as weapons at the door!
    And has their King not loyal Knights that He must be afraid
    of brawling in his Hall and of Assassin's bloody blade?
    the Rights of Men to carry Arms at least WE'VE not foreswore
    and a POX on them that made the Rule of Weapons at the Door!
        -William of the Shire        -Ioseph of Locksley
                copyright 1971, 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III
      Am       B7        Am        G        Am     E7       Am
  My love, my love, you broke my heart; I'm off to join the Wars
      Am       B7     Am    G        Am   E7      Am  A
  I'm off to free the Holy Land from Saracens and Moors.
      D             A              D         D6        E7
  And if you ever loved me dear, prepare my plot and stone
         Am      B7        Am       G          Am       E7    A
  Turn loose my hawks and hunting hounds: I'll not be riding home.
  Prepare the funeral hatchment around my blazon bright
  Go tell the Priest to sing the Mass; make restful my Soul's night
  And if you ever loved me dear, prepare my plot and stone
  Turn loose my hawks and hunting hounds: I'll not be riding home.
  I cannot live with broken heart; the wound you gave will kill.
  And Death's cold hand is on my Soul, I feel his awful chill.
  My Destiny lies on the Field, in months, or days, or years....
  And if you never loved me dear, shed not your lying tears.
  • * THE ITSY BITSY TEENY WEENY……. -Ioseph of Locksley copyright 1989 W.J.Bethancourt III (The tune should be obvious!) G D7 She was afraid to come out to the Tourney D7 G She was worried that "something might show.." G C She was afraid to come out to the Tourney G D7 G And the poor thing did NOT want to go… (2 - 3 - 4, tell the people what she wore!) D7 G It was an itsy bitsy teeny weenie little rabbit fur bikini D7 G That she wore, for the first time, that day. D7 G An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini D7 G And in her apartment she wanted to stay! One day in the Kingdom of the Middle It happened at a Tourney one day: The Mongols invaded the Middle But the Middle did not want to play… (eins - zwei - drei, but the Dark Horde wouldn't die!) It was an itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie That they saw, for the first time, that day. An itsy bitsy tiny teenie Nauseating Mongol weenie And the Mongols did NOT go away! Now the Heralds made up a new Rulebook And to read it is some kind of gas! It's a bureaucrat's dream, this new Rulebook Now NOBODY'S blazon can pass! (Win - Place - Show, tell the Heralds where to go!) (insert Bronx cheer!) I want an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini On my shield, as my blazon, today! An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini But "that's offensive" the Heralds all say! I sat down at the Revel last evening To a feast of green meat, and Rat Pie… It was cold, and disgusting, and greasy And I just want to upchuck and die! (6 - 7 - 8, tell them what was on your plate!) It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini With a side dish of cold cabbage pie! An itsy bitsy teenie weenie little rabbit fur bikini With the fur on, and NOTHING inside! (This was written to bug my sweet wife to death with………..heheh!)
                 THE BARD'S SONG
                      -Ioseph of Locksley
            (c) copyright 1990 W. J. Bethancourt III
            (Tune: "Dublin City")
     G                 C
  As I walked out one quiet evening
  C       Am       D7
  At the hour of twelve at night
   G                       C
  Who should I meet but a fair young maiden
   Am                  Am
  Combin' her hair by candle light;
   G              Em
  Lassie, I have come a-courtin'
   G                Am      D
  Your kind favours for to win
   G                Em
  And if you'd heed my petition
  Am               D7
  I would be your Paladin...
        G           Em

(CHORUS) Gather roses in the Springtime

        C            D7
       Gather roses while ye may,
        G                Em
       Time is passing; roses wither;
        C                   D7
       Winter comes; we're here -today-.
  Have you seen the dew a-formin'
  On the grass at early morn?
  Have you seen the forest quiet,
  Or a stag that's barely born?
  Have you seen the dawn a-breakin'
  O'er the Western Ocean's tide?
  Have you felt my heart a-beatin'
  When it's held close to your side?
  I can give no gold or silver,
  I can give no fields of land,
  I can give no servants brisk
  To wait on you both foot and hand;
  I can give you wide roads callin'
  Wind and Rain, and Moon and Sun,
  Songs to sing, and love and laughter,
  Dresses made of plain home-spun.
  Come dance with me upon the greensward
  in the moonlight, in the Spring.
  Dance with me within the forest
  Dance with me within the ring!
  Earth below us, stars above us,
  Fire and water by our side,
  Dance with me within the moonlight,
  Dance with me, and be my Bride!
  • *
                                    -Goddwyn of Britain
                   -tune: "It's A Small World After All"
                         D                    A7
              'Twas in fourteen hundred and ninety-two
                        A7                     D
              Chris Columbus sailed 'cross the ocean blue
              Didn't find what he'd planned,
              So he told Ferdinand
                      D         A7    D
              It's a New World after all!
                       D               A7
                      It's a New World after all 
                       A7              D
                      It's a New World after all 
                       D     D7         G    (Em)
                      It's a New World after all 
                              A7         D
                      It's a Brand New World!
              So it isn't India - we won't get spice,
              They have things there, King, that are just as nice!
              There's a spring there, forsooth,
              Called the Fountain of Youth!
              In that New World, after all!
                      It's a New World after all,
                      And it's round just like a ball!
                      That Italian showed 'em all!
                      It's a Brave New World!
              It's a world of treasure, a World to gain!
              It's a world of riches, and all for Spain!
              It'll be oh so fine
              When the Pope draws the Line!
              It's a New World after all!
                      It's a New World, after all,
                      Like an Eden ere the Fall,
                      We won't share with Portugal!
                      'Cause it's Spain's New World!
              Oh, the Natives are friendly as they can be,
              Gave us gifts of maize, and a little VD,
              And the folk, not a one,
              Heard of Lief Eriksson!
              So it's Spain's world after all!
                      Go to Spain's world, one and all,
                      Get there if you have to crawl!
                      I hear El Dorado call,
                      There in Spain's New World!
              Oh, the Aztecs and Mayans have lots of gold,
              And the Incas have more, or so we've been told,
              When those far western shores
              Meet the Conquistadores,
              Then it's Spain's world, after all!
                      When it's Spain's world, after all,
                      Then on England soon will fall
                      The Armada, strong and tall,
                      'Cause it's Spain's New World!
  • * HARP SONG OF THE DANE WOMEN -Rudyard Kipling tune by Ioseph of Locksley This is done in a chant-like melody. Just hold an "Am" with occasional shifts to "Am+B", or do it in retuning DADGBD like Celtic Circle Dance without the "C" chord. What is a woman that you forsake her? and the hearth fire, and the home-acre? to go with the old, grey Widow-Maker? She has no house to lay a guest in but one chill bed for all to rest in that the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in She has no strong white arms to fold you but the ten times fingering weeds to hold you out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you Yet, when the signs of Summer thicken and the ice breaks and the birch-buds quicken yearly you turn from our side and sicken Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters you steal away to the lapping waters and look at your ship in her winter quarters You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables the kine in the shed and the horse in the stables to pitch her sides and go over her cables… Then you drive out where the storm clouds swallow and the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow is all we have left through the months to follow Ah…but what is a woman that you forsake her? and the hearth fire, and the home-acre? to go with the old, grey Widow-maker? THE BALLAD OF THE THREE KINGS -Sir Bela of Eastmarch copyright 1980 Poul Anderson note: in spots the "Em" is fingered like this: string: 6 5 4 3 2 1 fret: 0 2 4 0 0 0 and that "B7" chord is highly problematical. You can use "D" and even "C" there, too, as you like. (start on "Em") C Em Three Kings rode out on the road to Hell C Em ravens flew on the gale C Em the night wind rang like an iron bell Em and hissed with sleet and hail C Em three Kings rode out thru the Gates of Hell Em B7 Em and on to Death's Highway Em the King of the Britons Em the King of the Huns Em B7 Em and the King of Nor-o-way! And the King of the Britons was helmed with gold and rode a stallion white "Oh all men go when they are cold but I go not in fright! A goodly King who loved his Folk and guarded them with the rod…. and stake…and gallows….against themselves will surely go to God!" And the King of the Huns was helmed in steel and rode a stallion red "Oh fiercely proud my fathers feel of me, who crowned my head halfway round a world in pain, which I did mightily win and surely I go to my Father's Fane and not to the evil Djinn!" And the King of Norway was helmed with wings and rode a stallion grey "Truly proud my heart now feels Odin gets me today! I died in bed, ah, but first I hung full many a squealing thrall from Odin's Tree. With Rune on tongue I go now to Odin's Hall!" Three Kings rode out thru the depths of Hell with a bloody-breasted Hound that howls above black rivers that run icy beneath the ground Three Kings a Final Judgement won from the High God's lips that day: The Devil took the Briton, the Djinni took the Hun, and Hell took Nor-o-way! * FLOWER OF THE DESERT -Baldwin of Erebor G Am7 D7 G On a warm winter's evening I stopped at an Inn Am7 D7 G I met a bold captain; a leader of men Am7 D7 G he asked me to join him, for he was alone Am7 D7 G and, as he was drinking, he spoke of his home G C Am7 (Chorus): Oh, Flower of the Desert full well may you boast! D7 G Proud Father-of-Kingdoms from mountains to coast! G C Am7 the Land of the Phoenix; your works have been felt! D7 G Oh Flower of the Desert: Atenveldt! When I was a young man and still in my prime My life stretched before me; I had plenty of time But now I'm an old man, and I number my days And I think of my homeland that seems so far away I've followed the Wars now for many a year Rode plenty of wenches; drank an ocean of beer Lived life to the fullest as a soldier must do but I'd trade it all, freely, for the Atenveldt blue! The fire died to embers; he drank steadily on When I woke in the morning the soldier was gone. But I think of his story wherever I bide What a beautiful Kingdom to inspire such pride!
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