The Banner of Brendoken
Submitted by Justin on Fri, 2006-09-01 19:13.
By request, here are the words to the marching song I wrote for Brendoken and performed at the Baronial Court at Pennsic 35 and then again at Masque of Courtly Love in 2007. With the kind assistance of Lady Ursula the Widow, I have also added a MIDI file so you can hear the tune, and the sheet music in printable PDF format.
The Banner of Brendoken
© 2006 by Iustinos Tekton called Justin
In a pastoral meadow stands a warrior tall.
REFRAIN (after each verse)
In the dark of the wood lurks a Forester's eye,
At his forge stands a smith with a hammer in hand,
In the castle's great hall sits a Herald, alone,
As the cook stokes her fire, in the kitchen at dawn,
From the mills and the shops come the townsfolk to hear,
The strength of an army's not only in swords!
(*) Yes, I know this is grammatically incorrect. Call it poetic license.
If a shorter version is needed for marching, you can drop verses 3, 4, and 5 without upsetting me. I'd appreciate it if they remain in all written copies, because one of my foremost goals with this song was that it should be inclusive of more than just combatants. That being said, I understand that it's long enough to be impractical for some settings, and it's okay to shorten it if needed for a specific performance. I just don't want those middle verses to be utterly forgotten.
Permission is granted to share, reprint, and perform this song with all in the Barony. All I ask is proper credit as the composer, by my SCA name (see above). If you perform this at a bardic circle, it's sufficient to just introduce it (before or afterward) as a song by "Justin". Feel free to post the lyrics on web pages, print them out for other Brendoken citizens to learn, etc. Have fun!
And some humorous background...
This is the first serious song I've ever written, and my first original tune. (At least, it's original as far as I know, though I'm told by bardic friends that it's easy to accidentally retrieve a forgotten melody from your own subconscious.)
I didn't plan to write this. I pulled a near-all-nighter on a Wednesday night for my modern-world job. Then I pulled a full all-nighter Thursday night. At about 5:30 a.m. on Friday, totally fried but wired on caffeine, my Muse spoke... No, my Muse did not speak. She whacked me on the head with an iron bar, pointed at my keyboard, and commanded, "Sit down. WRITE!" And thus this song was born.
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Iustinos Tekton called Justin