Yesterday at Cooks and Bards

The Known World Bardic Congress and Cooks Collegium consists of two full days of, not surprisingly, bardic and cooking classes taught by folks from nearly every kingdom in the SCA Known World. With over a hundred classes and only eight time slots in the weekend, choosing was HARD. In the end, I tried to strike a balance by selecting half cooking classes and half bardic. The sheer amount of research, scope, and breadth presented in the cooking classes was mind boggling, but it was in two of the bardic classes that I finally understood and, more importantly, felt the true meaning of the SCA as a family.

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She Welcomes You In

This song was written for the Rose Rises II bardic challenge at feast:  To Honour A Friend. The challenge was to either present something (song, poem, story, etc.) done by a friend in honor of that person, or write something about a person you wish to honor.

A little over a year ago, I got a wild hair at work one day and, with nothing to do that evening, decided I wanted to learn something new. Though I had dabbled in the SCA some 20 years ago in college, it didn’t really take and so it was with some surprise that I found myself looking up the local barony to see what it had to offer. As it happened, fletching was on the calendar for that evening. Making arrows sounds fun! I’ll do that. And so I arrived on Jois Corbet’s doorstep at the appointed time. She welcomed me into her home, took me under her wing, and re-introduced me to the known world where I have since made more friends in a shorter span of time than I thought possible.

She welcomes you in
With a kind word
She has a lair
Haven’t your heard?
Her play things
Truth to be told
Are varied and many
A sight to behold
 
(Chorus)
Rejoice, it’s Jois!
Our Lady Kind
Sharing the dream
Hand, heart, and mind
 
She’ll offer you food
She’ll offer you drink
Whatever you need
Including the sink
Her cobbler
If I may be bold
Will disappear long
Before it gets cold
 
(Chorus)
 
She’s driven to learn
With practical bent
The skills of the past
And where they all went
Such wonders!
But take caution please
Or you will find
That you’ve caught this disease
 
(Chorus)
 
She’ll teach you to fletch
She’ll teach you to sew
She’ll teach you to shoot
And teach you to throw
But safely!
So you can grow old
Or she’ll come back for you
When she’s parolled
 
(Chorus)
 
She’s modest and fair
And joyous, too!
Wherever you lead
We’ll follow you
Your service
Is greater than gold
After this Lady
They broke the mold.
 
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Bound To The Bow

I had the good fortune and honor of becoming Jararvellir Archery Champion in June of this year. When I went looking for archery songs and found none, I decided that needed to be remedied. Set to the tune of Bound For To Go – The Jig of Slurs by Michael Greiner, with his kind permission. Presented at the Warriors and Warlords XX bardic circle.

“Bás roimh aitheantas” means “death before recognition” in Gaelic. It began as the personal battle cry of one of our archers and was quickly adopted by the rest of us.

Audio (m4a)

Our loyalty is legend
Our focus is complete
An archer’s eye is keen and clear
Our heart knows no retreat
With wood and horn and sinew
We fashion up our pride
And keep it with a steady hand
Ever at our side
 
(Chorus)
For we’re bound to the bow
Hang a quiver at your side
Loosing arrows far and wide
We’re bound to the bow
And we’re bound to the bow
Guided by the Griffin’s Light
Bás roimh aitheantas! is our cry
We’re bound to the bow
 
From breaking of the dawn
To the gloaming of the eves
We hunt in perfect silence
And stalk our prey with ease
A breath upon the wind
And an arrow finds its mark
Tonight our kinsmen feast on boar
Or deer or hare or… shark!
 
(Chorus)
 
And on the field of battle
O’er all that we can see
With strength and skill we pin our foes
With grim efficiency
And when the Captain calls us
We send a deadly clout
Our arrows fletched in black and gold
To route the bastards out!
 
(Chorus)
 
And we’re bound to the bow
Guided by the Griffin’s Light
Bás roimh aitheantas! is our cry
For we’re bound to
Yes we’re bound to
Ever bound to the bow!
 
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