bekannte Liedtexte Devon-Cumberlands

[Arthur IV.]

Royal anthem of Cumberland

God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the King!

O Lord, our God arise,
Scatter his enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store
On his be pleased to pour;
Long may he reign;
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
With heart and voice to sing,
God save the King!

Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over.

[Arthur IV.]

Zitat:

The March of the High Guard

Heaven burns, the stars are falling
As the enemy draws nigh.

Sound the call, fleet and lancers,
"Empire!" our battle cry.

Face the foe, never waver,
Summon fire from the sky.

From a million sovereign planets
Scattered through the endless night.

Bound by blood and High Guard honor,
Hold the line until the light.

Hold the line against the night.

Melodie

[Tywin Lannister]

The Rains of Castamere
(Autor: G.R.R. Martin)

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Melodie

[Celia Aintree]

The Gentleman Soldier

It's of a gentleman soldier
As a sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maid
With a waiving of his hand
So boldly then he kissed her
And he passed it off as a joke
Then he drilled her into a sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away

All night they tossed and tumbled
Till daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
Said, fare thee well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
The fifes they loudly play
If it weren't for that polly my dear
With you I'd long to stay

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away

Oh come my gentleman soldier,
Now won't you marry me?
Oh no my dearest polly
Such things they never can be
For married I am already
And children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
But one's too many for me

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away

If anyone comes a courting you,
You treat him to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
You say you're a country lass
You needn't even tell them,
That ever you playing a joke
That ever you went in a sentry box
Wrapped up in a soldier's cloak

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away

Oh come my gentleman soldier,
Why didn't you tell me so?
My parents they'll be angry
When this they come to know
When nine more months were up and passed
The young girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
And she couldn't tell his name

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away

And the drums they go a rap a tap tap
Rap a tap tap
Rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Saying fare thee well polly my dear
I must be going away