Redwall songs and poems

dwall songs and poems

the song of the long patrol
solo by Tarquin
"oh it's hard and dry when the sun is high and dust is in your throat,when the rain pours down near fit to drown,and soaks right through your coat, but the hares of the long patrol my lads stout hearts they walk with me, over hill and plain and back again by the shores of the wide blue sea...................Through mud and mire to a warm campfire I'll, trek with you old friend, o'er lea and dale in a roaring gale right to our journeys end, yes the hares of the long patrol my lads love friendship more than gold, we'll share good days and tread long ways good comrades brave and bold!."

Gonff and the cakes
solo by Dandin
"it happened in the springing time when all the leaves were green, and once again abbess Germaine a-baking cakes had been. She stirred them good and, mixed them fine with honey nuts and flour, then put them out to cool awhile until the teatime hour. But then along came bold sir Gonff his eyes a-twinkling bright, a cake he'd set his heart upon, for suppertime that night, he took the greatest cake of all from off the window ledge, and hid it in a secret place close by the forest edge. The abbess came to check her cakes about the mid-noontide, and found the mousethief with a bow, and arrows at his side. Why stand you there o Gonff said she, with bow and arrows armed? My good abbess, the thief replied, you must not be alarmed. I saw an eagle steal your cake he swooped then flew away. So I stand guard upon your cakes lest he returns today. The abbess chose another cake which to sir Gonff she gave, take this reward young mouse, she said because you were so brave, and when upon each baking day, my lovely cakes I make, I'll save a special one for you, for your kind action's sake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!."

tribute to abbot Bernard
duet with Dandin and Tarquin on the harolina
"long may you rule father abbot, long may you reign over all, the woodlands of mossflower, and the abbey of redwall, when I was a young mouse I learnt at the knee of the father of redwall the lessons for you and the lessons for me from the father of us all, in those good dibbun days I learnt many kind ways to be honest strong and true, and wherever I go I'll remember always that I learned them sir from you, long may you rule father abbot over all of these creatures and me, and may we all say in our own simple way, have a happy jubilee!."

when moles sit down to dine
solo by willyum mole
"oi luvs a woodland stew oi do, oi do like apple tart, an' good October ale that foams, is dear unto moi 'eart. Of rabs'rry cream oi oft do dream, et makes moi eyes to shine, tis a fact that oi likes anythin' when i sets daown to dine. O mole, mole daown thee 'ole, doan't you'm eat none 'o mine,else oi won't get a bite to ate when oi sets down to dddddiiiiinnnnneeeee!."

traveler song
duet with thrugg and baby dumble
" oh give me a road to walk along, and a bite of food or two, an' I'll walk along to live long days my little friend with you............... Oh i sits on top of mista thugg an' gives him food to scoff 'cause he's my great big matey an', he won't let me fall off..............dumble is a scallywag, fat as a little frog, he's eaten so much vittles, he heavier than a hog...........Oh mista thugg don't turn around an' don't you cause a fuss, there's four old foxes with big sticks, i think they're followin' us.

the winter o
solo by Mariel
"the winter o, the winter o, with cold and dark and driving snow, oh not for me the winter o, my friend i tell you so. in spring the winds do sport and play, and rain can teem down any day, while autumn oft is misty gray, my friend hear what i say. When summer sunlight comes each morn, the birds sing sweet each golden dawn, and flow'rs get kissed by every bee, while shady stands the tree. The summer o, the summer o, amid it's golden peace i go, from noon to lazy evening glow, my friend i told you so."

the prophecy by Fieldroan the traveler(poem)
solo by Saxtus
the winds icy breath o'er the land of death, tells a tale of the yet to come, 'cross the heaving waves which mark ships graves, lies an island known to some, where seas pound loud and rocks stand proud, and blood flows free as water, to the far north-west which knows no rest came a father and his daughter, the mind was numb and the heart struck dumb when the night seas took the child, hurled to her fate by a son of hellgate the dark one called the wild, you whom they seek though you do not speak, the legend is yet to be born, one day you will sing over stones that are red, in the misty summer dawn.

e dormouse song
solo by baby dumble
"there's no roof mouse, nor chimbley-mouse,
no winder mouse or floor mouse,
an i ain't gotta nokker on me nose, but
I'm a likkle doormouse.
There's a fieldmouse, anna 'arvestmouse,
an 'edgemouse and prob'ly a shoremouse,
but I'm the bestest of the lot,
'cos I'm a likkle dormouse.
ohahaha an' heeheehee,
yes I'm a likkle dormouse,
so I'll eat my dinner and grow big,
an' then I'll be enor-mouse!"