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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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Recruit
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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Recruit
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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Recruit
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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Soldier
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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