Forgotten Realms Songs

The following are a small selection of songs played and sung throughout the Realms. The categories of music include:
Ballads: xxx Bawdy: xxx Drinking: xxx Lament: xxx Oathsong: xxx Prophetic: xxx Satire: xxx Sonnet: xxx [edit]Cherlrigo's Darkness Lament • Prophetic • Sonnet Cherlrigo's Darkness was supposedly the translation (by Cherlrigo) of a sonnet that could be found within The Leaves of One Grass, a work of prophetic yet cryptic messages penned by the Dark Diviners of Windsong Tower in Myth Drannor. This particular passage was thought to have originally been written two thousand years before the mid-fifteenth century Dale Reckoning and was heralded by many Shadovar nobles and sages, including Draygo Quick, Parise Ulfbinder and Rolan of Gloomwrought to directly relate to the power of the Shadowfell and have something to do with the Chosen.
“Enjoy the play when shadows steal the day... All the world is half the world for those who learn to walk. To feast on fungus soft and peel the sunlit stalk; Tarry not in place, for in their sleep the gods do stay. But care be known, be light of foot and soft of voice. Dare not stir divine to hasten Sunder's day! A loss profound but a short ways away; The inevitable tear shall't be of, or not of, choice. Oh, aye, again the time wandering of lonely world! With kingdoms lost and treasures past the finger's tip, And enemies that stink of their god's particular flavor. Sundered and whole, across the celestial spheres are hurled, Beyond the reach of dweomer and the wind-walker's ship; With baubles left for the ones the gods do favor." This passage referred to the Second Sundering but it was not clear what it meant.
[edit]The Cormyte's Boast Oathsong The Cormyte's Boast was an oath written by Master Bard Chanthalas of Cormyr.
"And in this land I'll proudly stand Until my dying day, sir; For whate'er king o'er all command, I'll still be a Cormyte brave, sir." [edit]Crying to My Harp Ballads • Satire Crying To My Harp was a collection of satirical ballads by the traveling minstrel Nymbrar Shatterslee. It began by making fun of the stereotypes of people in general but then transformed into a scathing attack on certain Waterdhavian nobility. This had generated many complaints from the nobility in question and demands that the composer be arrested and punished, but these died down after Mirt the Moneylender suggested that such requests were effectively an admission of guilt.
[edit]Dirge of Delzoun Ballad • Dwarven • Lament The Dirge of Delzoun was an epic dwarven ballad that told the grim tale of the shield dwarves of the North. It has never been translated from any language other than dwarvish and was only known by a handful of dwarven bards. Over the years, only a select few elves and humans had ever heard the song performed in its entirety, a feat that would would take almost thirty hours.
The Dirge of Delzoun recounted the rise of the Citadels in the Northdark, to the shield dwarves' settling of the Silver Marches. Throughout the ballad, listeners were regaled with legendary tales of Delzoun's most famous heroes, fiercest foes, and most glorious fortunes.
In the late 14th century DR, King Emerus Warcrown designated Ollyn Grimtongue as Citadel Felbarr's "dirgekeeper", the sole dwarf who was granted permission to contribute to the dirge.
[edit]Ga Nomes Drinking • Gnomish Ga Nomes is a gnomish drinking song apparently written by Mintiper Moonsilver as a 'thank you' to the gnomes of the High Forest who helped him to speed through the area via the Trail of Mists. The song has inspired many bar brawls since its first reported performance in 1344 DR and other gnomes have added their own verses in order to insult every audience. The original goes as follows:
"Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga fields all about. Ga men of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story!
(CHORUS) We may be here, we may be there, Like men of course we’re everywhere! We may be fair, but so are elves, Ga People, see, are just themselves! We may be stout, but so are dwarves, At least we’re not afraid of wharves! We may be small, but so are hin, At least we have hair on our chin! We may be fierce, but so are orcs, At least we do not taste like pork! We may be here, we may be there, Ga misty trail runs everywhere!
Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga trees all about. Ga elves of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story! (CHORUS) Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga gems all about. Ga dwarves of course get all ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story! (CHORUS) Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at ga pipes all about. Ga hin of course get half ga ‘lory, Forgotten again, same old story! (CHORUS) Ga ‘nomes went in, ga ‘nomes went out, Now look at nothing all about. Ga orcs of course get all ga ‘ory, Oops, not our fault, and not our story!" [edit]I'm Quite the Red-Roof Girl Bawdy • Drinking "I'm Quite the Red-Roof Girl" was a bawdy song favored in the more disreputable parts of the city of Procampur in the Vast and sung by the mid–13th century DR. It described the "red-roof girls" of the city's Adventurers' District. The song began with "I'm quite the red-roof girl, in fact, all the warriors declare…". The second verse contained "Once the men lived for my sighs, but now they want a peek of…".
[edit]Jonstan the Rover Ballad Jonstan the Rover was a song written by Jaladha Tshamryl, a minstrel of Battledale.
“Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover Rides misty-eyed down to the Dales again Into forests and field, rare beauty all over, Land of his true loves - Aldee, Imthra, and Luthane, Elda and Myrta, Chalantha and Araine. Will he find yet another? Or will be welcomed back? Long lasses aplenty catch his winking eye. Is it kisses he'll taste soon? Or scorn everlasting? Love and laughter and soon away Jonstan will fly - Gone again over threshold and under dawn sky.
Far accross Faerûn, a rover adventures free 'Til the Dales call his heart home again To Jhaele, Sharune, Aleese and Rythree - Warm arms and hearth and a roof 'gainst rain 'Til his wandering feet bear him away again.
Climbing far mountains, riding in high clover To Waterdeep and the shores of the Shining Sea - "Hark! Comes now bold Jonstan the Rover? Will he, oh will he ever come back to me?" The Dales call back the man wedded but free.
Clippety-cloppety, bold Jonstan the Rover Comes riding down into the Dales again. Their forests and fields, rare beauty all over, His true love more than all the maidens in pain. My man is riding mist-eyed to the Dales again. [edit]The Knights of Dragon Down Ballad "The Knights of Dragon Down" was a ballad telling of the fate of seven knights. It was a standard of bards of Faerûn. "The Knights of Dragon Down" was normally chanted to the accompaniment of a dark and intricate melody played on a harp. However, Elminster noted it could be sung to the tune of a traditional Celtic song of Earth called "Down by the Sally Gardens".
The final verse was not often sung, except late at night and whispered around a dwindling campfire, for fear it would draw the seven skeleton knights or other undead to them. This verse was even outlawed in Elturel by 1366 DR because an evil archmage of the city made it the words of a summoning spell that brought undead to those that sang it. However, it became the favorite drinking song of the patrons of A Pair of Black Antlers tavern in Elturel. It was sung every night, but minstrels had to show the appropriate skill and treatment, playing it with a mournful and macabre tone, lest they earn the patron's ire. The patrons revered the ballad as an anthem to fallen friends, to adventurers still alive, and to the dark whims of gods who demanded to be appeased.
"Riding, riding across the plain, See them riding home again. Bright their shields, bright their chain— The Knights of Dragon Down.
They have gone where shadows creep. Their blades a bloody harvest reap. Another dragon put fore'er asleep By the Knights of Dragon Down.
On their fingers gem rings gleam. Of such baubles, the very cream Falls into the hands, in a steady stream, Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
In a dark hall a lady sits alone, Her bright eyes gleam as white as bone. Her dark spells a-hunting roam For the Knights of Dragon Down.
With cruel smile, a web she weaves. From each might, his soul she cleaves. Armored bones are all she leaves Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
Riding, riding, their skulls a-grin— Past the gates, the Knights ride in. Sorcery now their souls doth spin Of the Knights of Dragon Down.
Ladies scream at the touch of bone, As skeletal Knights come riding home. Undead now, fore'er to roam, Are the Knights of Dragon Down.
Hear them riding, nearer outside. Never sleeping, doomed to ride. There's no place where you can hide From the Knights of Dragon Down. [edit]Lay of the Purple Dragons Ballad The Lay of the Purple Dragons was a ballad about King Azoun IV's crusade against the Tuigan Horde in the Year of the Turret, 1360 DR. The Lay embellished the historical account for added heroism, adding extra dragons, knights, and magic. At one point, even the gods appear before King Azoun to bless his crusade.
The bard Talamic sang the Lay of the Purple Dragons at the Griffin's Claw in the city of Procampur in the Vast in the Year of the Helm, 1362 DR. A young scribe at the temple of Deneir preferred it to the more accurate A History of the Tuigan he was working on, prompting its author, Koja, to attempt to have his own work mass-published to counter the Lay and other populist versions of the war.
[edit]Saga of the Dragon Queller Ballad • Giantish The Saga of the Dragon Queller (Sal Hotun Wyrmrever in its original language) was an ancient giant ballad about the hero Hjurnur Wyrmrever. This epic poem was composed by Hrotun, the first skald, and told the tale of his nephew, the hero Hjurnur, during the great war between the giants and the dragons. Like all classically written giant sagas, the poem's first stanza introduces the main character, provides a genealogy, and summarizes the entire tale to follow. Amongst other feats, the story tells how Hjurnur snapped a dragon's backbone over his knee, ended up allowing the Queen of Dragons to eat his child after losing a riddle contest, and killed a dragon king. At the end of the tale, Hjurnur ends up drowning in the dragon king's blood. This saga was sung in mead halls within giant steadings all over Faerûn.
Excerpt:
"I pour mead to the All-Father for Hjurnur, son of Hjurgen, leveler of Ranauroch, son of Ottar, Jarl of the northern wind-teeth, son of grand Annam, All Seeing, All Knowing, All Quelling, All Father — Fireheart, Mighty reaver of the wyrm's core, He who howled at the sun, He of the quenched heart, He who drowned in the river of swords,…" [edit]Seven Satraps Ballad "Seven Satraps" was a ballad known in Faerûn in the 14th century DR. It sung of the original seven masked and reclusive satraps of the council that governed the city of Lushpool in Lapaliiya. However, the number of satraps on the council had risen to sixteen by 1372 DR.
[edit]The Seven Sisters Rune A bit of nursery rhyme by way of folk lore and fairy tale, there are dozens of different stories about the "Seven Sisters." There are also nearly a dozen different songs about them, with nearly all of them including the following "rune" as part of them.
"Seven bright stars in the sky I see. Seven for those who watch over me. Seven be the smiles down they send. Seven be the troubles swift they mend." [edit]Starfall Pool Ballad "Starfall Pool" was a ballad by an unknown composer about the glade and pond of the same name located north of Silverymoon just past the edge of the Moonwood. It described a place of restful healing, a dancing dryad, and strange dreams. This song was famous throughout Luruar by the Year of Wild Magic, 1372 DR.
The ballad was long and there were many versions, but each verse was followed by the well-known refrain (below). The ballad usually went on to describe healing of mind and body, or meeting fair folk, humans and half-elves, in deep dreams of joyous recreation, courtship, or humorous exploits; but other versions hinted of dark magic with a siren's lure, or an evil wizard that threatened the glade or the dryad.
"There is a place in the deep green wood Where the dryad Olsheirie dwells Dancing where a keep once stood Girt with magic of chiming bells.
(Refrain) Though to stray so deep is the act of a fool I regret no stride toward Starfall Pool.
Came I there by happy chance And there I'll thither go again To dream more dreams of fair romance For by the pool I know no pain.
(Refrain)
Trees old and green, dark and still Ring 'round an oak as old as time Fall down keep and rise up hill Rest and hear the dryad rhyme.
(Refrain)
Kindled by the dying embers Of a fire that must not stay Magic soars and then remembers Warding me again away.
(Refrain)
Back I'll go when I am able Though long rides may lie between Peace again upon my table Lying on the moss so green." [edit]Upsen Downs Ballad • Dwarven Upsen Downs was a dwarven song and the name of the subject of the song: a mythical dwarven utopian town in a deep mine. Once the many formal verses had been sung, it was customary to improvise further verses, where each singer would take a turn to state their own wants from the imaginary town.
"Climb that trail Break down that door Find that tunnel and run some more Cross that bridge of fiery glow Running deeper down below Make some smiles from those frowns Ye've found the town of Upsen Downs!
Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Ye've found the town of Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Make some smiles from those frowns.
Ye've found the place o' the finest ale With arm-sized pretzels that're never stale! With big Chef Muglump and his coney stew And Master Bumble with his forty brews!
And in the holes ye can break the rock and haul it up with yer tackle and block Smelt it down and ye'll get it sold Upsen Downs's got the finest gold!
Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Ye've found the town of Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Upsen Downs! Make some smiles from those frowns." [edit]The Warlock King Ballad "The Warlock King" was a ballad known in Faerûn by the 1360s DR, about a warlock king. A few minstrels mistakenly called the ancient lich wizard Larloch "the Warlock" or "the Warlock King", after the Warlock's Crypt where he dwelled, but Larloch apparently took umbrage at being called a warlock. Composers of ballads naming him as such were supposedly kidnapped by creatures in the night and carried away to be tortured and turned into some undead thing by Larloch. Thus, singing the ballad "The Warlock King" anywhere in three days' ride of the Troll Hills was not advised, lest Larloch overhear and be displeased.
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