Armies

Tiny wren, tiny wren, under the linden
Pondering in wonder the human conundrum
Ptarmigan, ptarmigan, under the lambskin
While into the darkness our armies are blundering

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Axe

And yet forever doomed to sailing
And also the harp of triple song liberator lancer and marauder
And also the axe of double blade cleaving in and inbetween disorder
What sisterhood has joined together no brother feud can ever sever

The Yarn Unraveller, The Wyrd Meme

Battle

Raise me high, raise me high,
That I may see my fallen kindred seated
Who met with death upon the battlefield
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated

Farewell Sorrow, Farewell Sorrow

It's eighteen years since the loud cicadas
Made us leave our imperilled shores
Such a ragged band of true Crusaders
To join or father in the War of Wars
We came at last to the field of battle

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

I had to go down to the hazel grove
Now we'll all go down together
Only one more task to tackle
Before we reach the final battle
Loose the Earl o' Hell's belt-buckle
Crumple down his trousers

Hazel Forks, Spoils

For giving to humanity the right to go to battle
Delivering to you and me the right to die in war, war, war
For a world of muckled wonder, for a world of muckled terror
Its errors they are many, but its marvels they are more, more, more

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Bow

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow?
How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung?
I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word,
He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing?
What cares the snow for the summer's thaw?
Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion?
Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Blade

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow?
How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung?
I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word,
He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

And yet forever doomed to sailing
And also the harp of triple song liberator lancer and marauder
And also the axe of double blade cleaving in and inbetween disorder
What sisterhood has joined together no brother feud can ever sever

The Yarn Unraveller, The Wyrd Meme

Well Fitful to trade was a sharpener of blades
You never saw one so venal
A barrel of ash where his heart should have been
A bramble in place of a brain-o

And Listless instead was a blunter of blades
The ugliest witch in this coven
He spent all his days devising new ways
To disprove what Fitful had proven

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Cannon

By there came a silver ship of time
Ship of time ship of time
With cannons fanning out at every angle
Port and starboard fore and aft
An old and lofty clock was seen to dangle
From the topmost lofty mast

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, The Wyrd Meme

Fight, fighting

And I gave myself up to a governing passion,
Strutting around like some lord of misrule.
Taking delight in my rifle reporting,
Fighting and sporting and playing the fool.

I Am a Young Man, Farewell Sorrow

Let me lie and bleed awhile, let me lie and bleed a while,
Let me lie and bleed awhile, I will rise and fight again.

Let Me Lie and Bleed Awhile, The Amber Gatherers

Well, woe to those who celebrate the taking up of violence
And woe to those who perpetrate delusions of their silence
Who'd fight for their nation with sword or with firebrand
Be they raver in the border or raider in the highlands

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Gunpowder

All the day long we'll be drinking like masons
Mixing the gunpowder into the wine
Fixing our liquor in baptismal basins
Bonnie Saint Kentigern stands upon time

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Knife

And the way they were tricked by death,
Betrayed, betrayed, levelled and mistreated.
I've stuck a knife in a man for less,
But Death is not so easily defeated.

Farewell Sorrow, Farewell Sorrow

Now knife is in chest, poison in horn
Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Poison

Now knife is in chest, poison in horn
Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Rifle

And I gave myself up to a governing passion,
Strutting around like some lord of misrule
Taking delight in my rifle reporting,
Fighting and sporting and playing the fool

I Am a Young Man, Farewell Sorrow

Soldier

What are you doing, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old.
What are you doing, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, said he.

Of what is the world made, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old.
A little light, and a little shade, don't you know.
Slowly growing old, said he.

And how shall we measure it, soldier bold?
Slowly growing old, slowly growing old

Slowly Growing Old, Farewell Sorrow

Sword

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow?
How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung?
I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word,
He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

Woe to those who celebrate the taking up of violence
And woe to those who perpetrate delusions of their silence
Who'd fight for their nation with sword or with firebrand
Be they raver in the border or raider in the highlands

Song Composed in December, unreleased

War

Before the cruel war was on, I was so strong.
Now I am gaunt and drawn, now I am dying.

And now the cruel war is on, she brings me a son,
And I know some foreign one has been with her, lying.
I know by his cradle cry, I know by his whine,
I know by the black of his eye, he's no son of mine.

Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready,
Though there's no warlike bone in all my body.

Though there's no warlike bone in all my body,
Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready.
Be ready, be ready, I must be ready.
Now the cruel war is on, I must be ready.

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow?
How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung?

The Cruel War, The Amber Gatherers

It's eighteen years since the loud cicadas
Made us leave our imperilled shores
Such a ragged band of true Crusaders
To join or father in the War of Wars
We came at last to the field of battle

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

Misfiring in our prions has led us to defiance
Some error in our rearing has led us from obedience
The world ends in the skirl of the warpipes
The world ends in the skirl of the warpipes

The Royal Road at the World's End, The Wyrd Meme

For giving to humanity the right to go to battle
Delivering to you and me the right to die in war, war, war
For a world of muckled wonder, for a world of muckled terror
Its errors they are many, but its marvels they are more, more, more

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Well windfall was in retrograde, bloom was all a-drifting
Every wraith made with her shade over the lintel lifting
Come and join the loudness wars
It's time we waged the loudness wars

The Loudness Wars, unreleased