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A soldier's repertoire is a book that collects songs often heard among the simple soldiers of Stormwind. An interesting collection item for any librarian.

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==Poor Child==

:By the road I saw a child,
:Her face pale, no longer mild,
:Staring about, lost in sorrow.
:She lost her hope for tomorrow.

:Once she had a home, nicely warm,
:She abandoned that home so calm,
:The way of life that held her near,
:Was suffocating her heart so dear.

:One day she had felt so lonesome,
:She listened to a man so handsome,
:She gave in to his sweet words,
:Let her love grow beyond worlds

:She didn't listen to reason,
:Never would he commit treason
:No warnings would she heed,
:He would be all she'll ever need,

:The word of her father daunted.
:He would give her all she wanted,
:All passion and love to be hers,
:A life freed of all other slurs,

:Feeling happy to be his wife,
:So it would so be all her life.
:She would love him to no end,
:And followed him wherever he went.

:They moved from town to town,
:Ever more tired she came along,
:Still she followed him through,
:It proved her love to be true

:She became neglected and ignored,
:He didn't care and became bored,
:But love was strong and deserved,
:From him she wouldn't be deterred

:But he grew angry and violent,
:Neglecting her every moment,
:Her efforts and words in vain,
:He looked upon her with disdain,

:Instead he would always heed,
:The call of the bars and mead,
:And women more ripe and wild,
:His wife was to him only a child.

:She lost her youth and belief,
:For a man turned into a thief
:The poor child was betrayed,
:Her love and heart were unmade.

:By the road I saw a child,
:Her face pale, no longer mild,
:Staring about, lost in sorrow.
:She lost her hope for tomorrow.

==Bird in a cage, variation 1==

:"Birds in cages always sing,
:Yet never take wing;
:How is it you can stand
:From the skies being banned,
:To never spread your wings
:To see new things?

:O Nightingale, with such ease and grace,
:Do you sing from your barred place;
:Far above humans fly
:In the open sky,
:Yet in your cage you remain,
:So how is it you stay sane?

:A free bird soars far up high,
:No walls or bars in the sky,
:He dips his beak in the sun’s rays,
:And drinks the light of free days.
:Yet no light or sky do your feathers meet,
:So how is it you can tweet?

:Even the birds of the pole,
:Are free to go and stroll
:The white meadows of the north
:Where they can step forth,
:And spread their plumes,
:And breath free fumes.

:But in your cage you stay,
:Never seeing the open day,
:You sing with gloomy trill,
:Of things longed for still,
:Yet none will hear your desperate song,
:And free you to where you belong.

:Farewell, Nightingale, goodbye,
:And one day you shall fly;
:Once your bars lay broken,
:Your true song shall be spoken."

==Bird in a cage, variation 2==

:"I saw you in your windowsill,
:Singing with that gloomy trill;
:O Nightingale, with such ease and grace,
:Do you sing from your barred place!

:Many rooms is your cage,
:Downstairs, upstairs, I can gauge,
:And even I with my outworn sword,
:Could hear your troubled chords.

:In your prison your master keeps you,
:His form crippled and gnarled too;
:A pious vulture of the robe he is,
:Seeking to always keep you his!

:I looked upon your plumes many a-colour,
:And I saw your naïve eyes go a-flutter;
:Let me view you then, o Nightingale,
:Free as you were without your metal veil.

:Farewell, O Nightingale, goodbye!
:One day I shall set you to the sky,
:Once your bars lay a-broken,
:Your heart’s song shall be spoken."

==To war we march! To War!==

:Drums, drums, on the earth,
:Thousand boots, can be heard.
:Soldiers of endless count,
:To the battle we are bound.
:To war, we march! To War!

:Soldier stern, full of pride,
:Brother in arms, at my side,
:Maybe older, maybe younger,
:Strong alone, together stronger,
:To war, we march! To War!

:Lance, armor of the best,
:Reigning battles and hard quests,
:See the paladins of the Light,
:March with us in our plight,
:To war, we march! To War!

:See banners in the wind,
:Golden lions of Stormwind,
:Trumpets horn, swords unsheat,
:Enemies prepare for your defeat!
:To war, we march! To War!

:If we meet our final end,
:Think of loves that we defend,
:Their voices sweet, scent of rose,
:With us when your eyes will close,
:To war, we march! To War!

:
==Farewell, my love!==

:
;Men:
:<insert name> my darling dear!
:Your eyes are pretty and clear,
:Your lips are red as a berry
:Will come with me and be merry?

:Chorus:
:Let us feast on love and wine,
:Let tonight be yours and mine,
:In the hay, neath moon and star,
:For tomorrow I march to war.

;Women:
:I love your voice and wild hair
:But my heart tells me to beware,
:Outside the ground is rumbling,
:A storm and battle are coming.

;Men:
:The night is warm, stars bright,
:Come with me dear, just this night,
:I'll play the lute, sing a song,
:Make you smile all night long.

:Chorus.

;Women:
:But the ground grumbles in hunger,
:It can not delay the battle longer.
:Yet I'm tempted by your voice,
:To ignore its terrible noise.

;Men:
:Let us spend the night together,
:And see this moment as forever.
:Your eyes are bright, smile sweet,
:Let's walk away and our lips meet.

:
:Chorus.

;Women:
:The trumpets flare, the bells ring,
:Messengers shout, ministrels sing,
:In this morning the time has come,
:For young men to get their battle done.

;Men:
:Forget your worries for my dear,
:Battle may indeed be near,
:By your side I shall return thus,
:When the land is safe around us.

:Chorus:
:And we feasted on love and wine,
:Had a night of yours and mine,
:In the hay, neath moon and star,
:But today I march to war.

;Women:
:The Knights call you outside,
:Along their side you'll stride,
:Fight in the name of the King,
:And protect the land of your kin.

;Men:
:Farewell my love and think of me,
:When I return, we will be free.
:Should my name return in stone,
:Be free and do not remain alone.

:Chorus.

;Women:
:Why has this life torn us apart,
:Let war kill the man I needed hard,
:After it promised a love so mild,
:And left me to bear his child.

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==Three Soldiers==

:Three soldiers brave, came marching from the battle,
:Three soldiers brave, came marching from the battle,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:Came marching from the battle, drum, drum.

:One saw a girl, pretty like a flower,
:Long hair in beads, wishing to be with her,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:Wishing to be with her, drum, drum.

:Oh girl so sweet, you're pretty like no other,
:Will you be mine, and join me at the altar,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:Join me at the altar, drum, drum.

:Dear soldier kind, for you my heart could falter,
:Marry I would, but you'll need to ask my father
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:You'll need to ask my father, drum, drum

:Say gentle man, I ask you for your daughter
:Her hand I lead, to live with love and laughter,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:To live of love and laughter, drum, drum.

:What is your wealth? That you ask for my nearest.
:Can you afford, housing for my dearest,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:Housing for my dearest, drum, drum.

:I have on me, an armor of fine making
:And two pair of boots, but love is for the taking,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:My love is for the taking, drum, drum.

:Soldier be gone! You may not go to see her!
:More she is worth, so I will keep my daughter!
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:So I will keep my daughter, drum, drum.

:Say gentle man, it was worth knowing,
:I will leave her, but will mention one thing,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:But will mention one thing, drum, drum.

:My father is, a nobleman of Stormwind,
:My mother is, a niece of our great King,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:The niece of our great King, drum, drum.

:My soldier dear! You may now go to see her!
:Lovely she is. You may marry my daughter!
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:You may marry my daughter, drum, drum.

:Say gentle man, you may keep your daughter,
:Say gentle man, you may keep your daughter,
:Hitting the drum, drum, hitting the drum,
:You may keep your daughter, drum, drum.

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==Nine soldiers==

:They were brothers, three times three,
:Standing proud in the Stormwind army,
:Tall and stern but kind in their heart,
:Their swords were long, their shields hard,

:They would clang a sword on their shield,
:And shouted for no enemy they would yield,
:That their shields form a wall of metal,
:And to all their foes they would be lethal,

:Once pillagers attacked a village foolishly
:And were destroyed by these men valliantly,
:Then the pipes were handled by a young boy,
:And he played a merry tune, full of joy,

:They clanged their sword on their shield,
:And promised that for no enemy they'd yield,
:Their shields together in a wall of metal,
:Would prove, to all their foes, to be lethal,

:From foreign lands came the evil horde,
:They answered the call of the noble lord,
:Even in the front line they stood bravely,
:And stopped every orc wave relentlessly,

:They clanged their sword on their shield,
:For no enemy, however strong, they'd yield,
:Their shields together in a wall of metal,
:Had proven to all these orcs to be lethal,

:But the campaign to defend had turned amiss,
:Evermore hordes came from the portal's abyss,
:They grew resolved in the face of this defeat,
:To give their family and friends a safe retreat,

:Each clang their sword on their shield,
:Not against countless enemies they'd yield,
:Once more they formed their wall of metal,
:That had proven to many foes to be lethal,

:So went the soldiers, three times three,
:And passed into legends for you and me.
:Hills carry their message, to willing ears,
:Brought by a boy, playing his pipes in tears.

==Soldiers of the Alliance!==

:Dwarven beard, Dwarven shield,
:Great skill on the axe they wield
:Swinging one, two, three... hop!
:Dwarfs will fight the mountain top.

:Gnomish tool, Gnomish craft,
:Skilled they are but they look daft,
:Working one, two, three... hop!
:Gnomish minds will never stop.

:Human spirit, the Human mind,
:A great friend in those you'll find,
:Singing one, two, three... hop!
:Such good friends you'll never drop.

:Draenei strength, horns so small
:But in their heart and walk are tall,
:Fighting one, two, three... hop!
:All the shadows they will whop.

:Elven fierce, Elven blade,
:Through the foes their glimmers wade.
:Going one, two, three... hop!
:And their blades dance through the mob.

:Alliance strong, Alliance great,
:Where all races pull their weight,
:Uniting one, two, three... hop!
:To war, Alliance horses clop!

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A Soldiers Repertoire - Revision history

Jeanpierre at 20:33, 15 April 2011

Jeanpierre: Created page with "A soldier's repertoire is a book that collects songs often heard among the simple soldiers of Stormwind. An interesting collection item for any librarian. __TOC__ ==Poor Child=..."

Jeanpierre: Created page with "A soldier's repertoire is a book that collects songs often heard among the simple soldiers of Stormwind. An interesting collection item for any librarian. TOC ==Poor Child=..."