Ardchreag, my home

Laird Colyne Stewart, Jan AS XL (2006)

For many a year I’ve lived on the Cliffs
In Ardchreag I roam
In this land of emerald and argent
I have made my home

I’ve toiled with the woodward in the flora
And worn the Cliffguard horn
I’ve bent a bow with the yeomen
To defend where I was born

I’ve sailed in the Red Arrow
As a sailor and marine
I’ve fought down at Pennsic
My blood is white and green

I’ve ridden with the cavalry
Charging ‘cross the glen
I’ve even been a pirate
Without the Widow’s ken

I’ve lived in the bogs and the forests
In the hills and in the dales
In the border forts I’ve lingered
Drinking local ales

I’ve done the holy pilgrimage
To all of Crispy’s shrines
I’ve drunk with the green bison
And seen the turtles flyin’

I have been to foreign lands
To the south and to the east
They all have their glamour, lured
Their traditions and their feasts

But for the cliffs of white and red
Where tall trees grow so green
My heart calls out, my soul it yearns
For Ardchreag my home

Ardchreag the emerald land
The arrows are my heart
Ardchreag, the cliffs so grand
The arrows are my hear

The Bonnie Ship Red Arrow

Based on The Bonnie Ship the Diamond (trad.)
Laird Colyne Stewart, 2006

Lyrics

The Red Arrow is a ship me lads,
For the Eastern Straits she’s bound
And the Rouge Port is all garnished
With lads and lassies round
Captain Stewart gives the order
To sail the oceans wide
Where the sun it never sets me lads
Nor darkness dims the sky.

And it’s cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

Along the quay at Colynesburg
Lads and lassies stand around
Wi’ their cloaks all pulled about them
And the salt tears runnin’ down
Oh don’t you weep, my bonnie lass,
Though you be left behind
For the trillium will grow on Silfern Mere’s ice
Afore we change our mind.

And it’s cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

Here’s a health to the Jaunty Troll,
Likewise the Lord Raffe’s Game
Here’s a health to the Eiriksdrakkar
And the Red Arrow ship of fame
We wear the trousers of the white
And the jackets of the green
When we return to Rouge Port,
We’ll hae our sweethearts again.

And it’s cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

It’ll be bright both day and night
When the Silfern Mere lads come hame
Wi’ a ship full o’ Eastern gold
And glory to our name
We’ll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
For the lusty crew o’ the Red Arrow
Are home again no fear!

And it’s cheer up, me lads
Let your hearts never tire,
For the bonnie ship Red Arrow
Goes a-hunting for the tygre!

 

Aweigh, Saint Cris

Based on Aweigh, Santy Ano (trad.)
Laird Colyne Stewart, 2002
Saint Cris (or more accurately, Saint Crispinus) is the patron saint of Ardchreag.

Lyrics

From Ardchreag we’re bound away,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Around Cape Boar to Dragon Bay,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we’ll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we’ll go,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

She’s a fast frigate ship and a bully crew,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
An up-north Scot for her captain, too.
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we’ll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we’ll go,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

Back in the days of Forty AS,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Those were the days of the good excess,
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we’ll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we’ll go,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

There’s plenty of gold, so I’ve been told,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Plenty of gold so I’ve been told
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we’ll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we’ll go,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

When I leave ship I’ll fight for the Crown,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
For my kingdom I’ll win renown,
Way out in Pennsic’s bliss.

So Heave her up and away we’ll go,
Heave aweigh (Heave aweigh!) Saint Cris.
Heave her up and away we’ll go,
We’re bound for Pennsic’s bliss.

 

The A-Song

by Colyne Stewart and Thorfinna gra’feldr, 2002

(based on ‘Hey, Hey, the Wolves Will Bay’, better known as ‘The E-Song’, by Master Hector of the Black Height)

I’ll sing you one-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your one-o?
One for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you two-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your two-o?
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you three-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your three-o?
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you four-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your four-o?
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you five-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your five-o?
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you six-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your six-o?
Six for the bread ball battles
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you seven-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your seven-o?
Seven for the flying turtles
Six for the bread ball battles
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you eight-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your eight-o?
Eight for the armour workshops
Seven for the flying turtles
Six for the bread ball battles
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you nine-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your nine-o?
Nine for our corps of archers
Eight for the armour workshops
Seven for the flying turtles
Six for the bread ball battles
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

I’ll sing you ten-o,
Hey, hey, the Chreaggers say,
What is your ten-o?
Ten for the Great Bonfire
Nine for our corps of archers
Eight for the armour workshops
Seven for the flying turtles
Six for the bread ball battles
Five for the green bison
Four for our olde pharte veterans
Three-three for our newbies (whoop!)
Two-two, myself and you, we wave our banner proudly
and one for the cliffs of Ardchreag that ever more shall be so.

 

 

The Geld of the Hose

On Wednesday, September 18, 2002, a group from Ardchreag descended upon the neutral Canton of Skeldergate, with spear thumping, banners blowing and horn sounding We had come to pay a geld. For you see, this past August at Pennsic War we did find ourselves in a dilemma. No one from our Canton who was staying until the last Sunday of War had room in their wagon to transport the many lengths of aqueduct we had purchased to bring fresh water to our part of the swamp. Reluctantly, we had to ask someone outside of our group to shoulder this burden. Lord Streonwald Wulfesbana, and Lady Seonag nicThomais, did accept this task. They did dig up the aqueduct and pack it in their wagon. They did transport it through three Kingdoms, one of whom we were at War with. Many times were they forced to pay taxes and duties along the road. Many times did they beat off bandits intent on stealing our portable water relocation equipment.

Finally, they arrived home in Ealdormere. For a month did they wait for a missive from a representative of Ardchreag to arrange to pick up the aqueduct. They waited in vain.

So, Seonag did send a demand for a geld, or ransom, to Ardchreag’s seneschal, who did inform me of the matter. Immediately I did contact the good Lady to rectify this matter, and agreed to the geld. Ardchreag members came out in force to support this venture including: Mahault and Berend van der Eych, who supplied mead, apples, cookies, a silk purse full of chocolate coins, and home made soap; Thorfinna gra’feldr and myself, who supplied a framed version of poems written in their honour, beer and cider; Iolanda de Albornoz, who supplied mead; William the Younger, who supplied a medieval teddy bear and Ivanna the Oblvious, who supplied some truly tasty brownies. I decorated a cardboard box to transport the geld, which was then carried in a wicker basket. Upon the box I had written the following in Anglo-Saxon Runes:

Negligent are we

Hose forgetting we

Grateful are we

Forgiving are you

Gift accepting are you

Friends are we

Thorfinna led the way into the Skeldergate meeting, blowing on a sounding horn, while Mahault carried the Ardchreag spear and I the Ardchreag war banner. Behind us came Berend and Eirik Andersen labouring under the weight of our offerings.

Seonag was taken aback by the generosity of Ardchreag, and by the talent of our members, as many of the items were hand made. The cookies and brownies were passed about and enjoyed by all. It was remarked by more than one gentle that when Ardchreag does something we don’t stop halfway.

Unfortunately, Seonag had forgotten the hose! She offered us one of Wat’s fighting gloves, which he had left at War, as a token of the hose’s return the next time we came to Skeldergate. We agreed to this, as long as if the hose was forgotten again, Seonag and Streonwald would instead transport it back to Pennsic next year.