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    There once was a hero named Thing1, baker of buns, who went off to help the tailor find his three sons.
    And after the war, he showed off his blade as he boasted of his battles, and the loot that he made!
    But then he went quiet, the baker of buns, for just in the corner, a noise ended the fun…
    Oh, you boast and you brag, yet there's no gold in your bag. now, pay for your brew, or die where you stand!
    then came the slashing and bashing of blades, as the unknown man charged full of rage!
    at-last, the angry young man was hateful no more… when his bloody head fell to the floor.

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    Drink, Fight, Bake
    For the glory, the loot and the ever increasing demands
    Drink, Fight, Bake
    To increase the stores needed for waves on far shores.
    Drink to sooth the recruits on the ground
    Fight for the gold, the glory, the crown
    Bake more bread to keep bellies a-full
    Full and content, ready to duel.

    Chop, mill, mine
    and flourish with plenty to trade and share all around
    Chop, mill, mine
    and grow your island to it's maximum size
    Plant to keep the greenery bright,
    Mill the wood to build nobles with might
    Mine the ores to keep weapons abound
    keep plenty around, and feet to the ground

    Drink, Fight, Bake
    For Settlers to join you on your far distant shore
    Drink, Fight, Bake
    to increase your domain, your gold and your lore
    Drink to sooth the recruits on the ground
    Fight for the gold, the glory, the crown
    Bake more bread to keep bellies a-full
    Full and content, ready to duel.
    Let's Drink

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    over hill over dale we will fight for brew and ale in the cellar of candi's tavern
    and its drink drink drink till we vomit in the creek by the cellar of candi's tavern
    shout out your orders loud and clear "more brew!"
    in the cellar of candi's tavern
    in the cellar of candi's tavern!!!

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    Oh raise your glass.
    and drink drink drink
    Tomorrow is...uncertainty.

    We live our lives as simple folk
    Tending fields and mining ore.

    We live our live as simple folk
    cutting trees and making bows.

    When bandits come
    we take up arms
    to adventures we sometimes march.

    So raise your glass
    and drink drink drink
    might be the last glass
    you ever drink.

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    general puppets
    drinking brews
    recruit puppets
    do not choose

    puppet dogs
    eat the dead
    puppet corpses
    they are fed

    puppet archers
    puppet slaves
    puppet bandits
    in their graves

    puppet me and
    puppet you
    puppet generals
    drinking brew

    puppet mayor
    commands
    puppet troops to
    take islands

    puppet coins
    puppet loot
    puppet generals
    me and you

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    Oh yo ho ho ho...
    I have me brew n ale in hand,
    Drinking me brew,
    Tis the end of the day,
    of a long day at work....

    Oh yo ho ho ho...
    I have me brew n ale in hand,
    Drinking me brew,
    In this tavern,
    Whenever I have a thirst for me brew,
    My beloved ale n brew,
    on tis island of mine.

    Yo ho ho ho...
    I have me brew n ale in hand,
    Makes my day happy n complete.
    Tra la la la la....

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    All hail the settler miner
    He digs out ore all day
    Till the mine runs out
    And then he pouts
    And drinks his woes away

    All hail the settler farmer
    Cause farming is a chore
    It’s lets grow wheat
    Then rinse repeat
    And wheat is such a bore

    All hail the settler recruit
    With bronze sword he does slay
    We pump them out
    And without a doubt
    He’s a red shirt all the way

    All hail out mighty settlers
    Be they troops or workers proud
    We raise a cheer
    With brew not beer
    And sing our song out loud.

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    Chorus:
    We drink, we drink!
    We say what we think!
    But not to be forward or crude,
    It's hard on a man when there's no other than
    Our wrinkly old crusty, Dame Jude!

    Verse1:
    Oh, where re the women, the ladies, the girls?
    where are the laces, the lips and the curls?
    Gone away fast as a wish and a wink
    and so, my good fellow, we drink!

    Chorus:
    We drink, we drink!
    We say what we think!
    But not to be forward or crude,
    It's hard on a man when there's no other than
    Our wrinkly old crusty, Dame Jude!

    Verse 2
    Oh, where are the nurses, the children, the wives,
    Where is the fun and the joy for our lives?
    We walk the wide kingdom, and what do you think?
    No women! And so boys, we drink!

    Chorus:
    We drink, we drink!
    We say what we think!
    But not to be forward or crude,
    It's hard on a man when there's no other than
    Our wrinkly old crusty, Dame Jude!
    Last edited by DameJude; 09-18-13 at 04:43 am. Reason: Hadn't finished -- hit the wrong key.

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    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a flash and a snick
    we worked through our fields
    all the time dreaming
    of all our rich yields.

    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a spark and a clang
    we worked all the mines
    gathered the ore
    for thee and thine’s.

    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a thud and a crack
    we cut down the trees
    hoping for riches,
    if fate it please.

    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a splish and a splash
    we threw out the line
    hoping on fishes
    we all could dine.

    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a flash and a bang
    the bandits they came,
    looting and burning
    but leaving no name.

    Heave ho, heave ho!
    With a sigh and a song
    we tell what we knew,
    for now we have nothing,
    nothing but brew.

    Heave ho! Heave ho!

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    When all there was to drink was cups of wine. Along came a monk who invented a astonishing drink he made it out of wheat. He must of have been a foreseeable man and to his praise we shall sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us with pleasure! Bless the man who invented beer. The tavern sells, its beer to all the people and to his praise we shall always sing.

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