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Thou hast nailed this piece. Thy flute maketh me lose my mind.

Lyrics (ye olde english translator): Tonight i'm gonna has't myself a real valorous timeth i feeleth alive and the w'rld, i'll turneth t inside out, yeah i'm floating 'round in ecstasy, so stand not ho me anon stand not ho me 'cause i'm having a valorous timeth, having a valorous timeth i'm a shooting star leaping through the sky liketh a tig'r defying the laws of gravity i'm a racing car, passing by liketh mistress godiva i'm gonna wend, wend, wend, th're's nay stopping me i'm burnin' through the sky, yeah 200 degrees, yond's wherefore those gents calleth me humour'r fahrenheit i'm travelling at the speedeth of lighteth i wanna maketh a sup'rsonic sir out of thee i'm having such a valorous timeth i'm having a ball (don't stand ho me anon) if 't be true thee wanna has't a valorous timeth just giveth me a calleth 'cause i'm having a valorous timeth (don't stand ho me anon) aye, i'm havin' a valorous timeth i wanna not stand ho at all, yeah i'm a rocket ship on mine own way to mars on a collision course i am a satellite, i'm out of controleth i'm a amorous rite machine eft to reload liketh an atom bombeth about to whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, explodeth i'm burnin' through the sky, yeah 200 degrees, yond's wherefore those gents calleth me humour'r fahrenheit i'm travelling at the speedeth of lighteth i wanna maketh a sup'rsonic mistress of thee hey-hey-hey (don't stand ho me, stand not ho me, ooh-ooh-ooh) i liketh t (don't stand ho me, stand not ho me) has't a valorous timeth, valorous timeth (don't stand ho me, stand not ho me) oh alloweth loose, honey, good now oh, i'm burnin' through the sky, yeah 200 degrees, yond's wherefore those gents calleth me humour'r fahrenheit, ho i'm travelling at the speedeth of lighteth i wanna maketh a sup'rsonic sir out of thee (hey, ho) i'm having such a valorous timeth i'm having a ball (don't stand ho me anon) if 't be true thee wanna has't a valorous timeth (ooh, good now) just giveth me a calleth aye, i'm havin' a valorous timeth i wanna not stand ho at all ah, da-da-da-da- da-da-ah-ah ah-da-da, ah-ah-ah ah, da-da, da-da-da-da-ah-ah ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Medieval censorship brought me here

"Take Pete's carriage, go to Mother's. Smite Phillip (sorry!), Snatch Elizabeth, take refuge in the Winchester; have a nice cold ale and wait for this whole plague to blow over."

When you besiege Constantinople in 1204 and they bring out the Greek Fire:

Ah yes, Sir Richard of Aethelstan. The gleeman of perpetual resolve.

It's a god-awful small affair To the girl with the mousy hair But her mummy is yelling, "No!" And her daddy has told her to go But her friend is nowhere to be seen Now she walks through her sunken dream To the seat with the clearest view And she's hooked to the theatre stage But the play is a saddening bore For she's lived it ten times or more She could spit in the eyes of fools As they ask her to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those laymen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life in the woods? It's on England's tortured brow That Sir Galahad has grown up a cow Now the knights have struck for fame 'Cause Chaucer's on sale again See the mice in their million hordes From Venice to the Scottish hills Our Father is out of bounds To my mother, my dog, and clowns But the play is a saddening bore Because I wrote it ten times or more It's about to be writ again As I ask you to focus on Sailors fighting in the dance hall Oh, man, look at those laymen go It's the freakiest show Take a look at the lawman Beating up the wrong guy Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know He's in the best selling show Is there life in the woods?

*Sir Mark of Hoppous, Sir Thomas of Delonghe, and Sir Travis of Barkingsburg.*

From their long-forgotten early album, "1221."

Amei ❤👏👏

Make champion theme

Ahh to be a teen in medieval times knowing half your life has passed you by but you don’t care when this jam has the local tavern jumpin

Can you please check out this song called Reminisce by Trem and redo the beat in this style?

Or Christopher Columbus is setting sail for the New World. 🌎

Legend has it, that Lord Brian of May carved his own lute from a very special redwood tree.

Bruv if a medieval band actually played this back in the day they would've went down in history.

I recognized this tune and suddenly found there is a thing called bardcore.

I am amazed how well this works except for 2:45 but that's me personally and I am not even sure how it could be done better

I like this version, it sounds a *lot* more regal. Probably what they were aiming for in the original.

This would make great 'on hold' music, just for starters lol

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This channel is so underrated. Thank you for the effort you put into these.

Such a good cover

Best cover ever

Blink 1820

Making haste acros towne Striding swiftly , visages passing And I am homebound Gazing distantly onward proceeding on Proceeding on throu the horde And I require thee And I long for thee And I wond'r If I cou'd falleth into the sky Does thou bethink tyme wou'd passeth me by For thee knoweth I wou' joyfully stride a thousand myles If cou'd just seek thee this night Tis eternally days alike this Yon I bethink of thee And wond'r if thee ev'r bethink of me For ev'rything is untrue And I doth not belongen Living in thy precious mem'ry

Im awaiting in mine cold cell Whence the bell begineth to toll Memorising on mine past lyf And it hath not much tyme for at the hour of 5 , the taketh me to the gallows pole The sands of tyme for me , runeth sparse Whence the priest cometh to readeth me the last rites Taketh a gand'r thou the bars of the last sights Seek a w'rld yon has turn'd bleak for me Canst it be yon thith'r be some sort of wrongdoing Tis hard to halt such surmounting terror Is it so the end , or be it a dream yon be meaningless? Pray , som'b'dy telleth me , yon I am dreaming Tis not easy to halt from screaming Words escapeth me whence I endevour to speak Tears flow , but I am not crying Nev'rtheless Im not afraid of dying Doth I not bel'eve yon thith'r nev'r wast an end? As the guards marcheth me out to the courtyard A cry cometh from a cell , "God be with thee" If thith'r be a God , why hast he leteth me wend? As I walketh, my lyf drifteth afore me Nonetheless the end draweth near I am not remorseful Catcheth mine soul , tis flying away willingly Marketh mine w'rds , bel'eve mine soul liveth on Worry not yon I hath gone I hath gone beyond to seek the truth Whence thee knoweth yon thy time be close at hand Mayhaps anon thee shalt begin to understanden Lyf doun hith'r be just an outlandish mock'ry Yay-yay-yay, hallow'd be thy name Yay-yay-yay, hallow'd be thy name

If thou hath a change of mind I shalt be the first in line Dearest I indeed am free Taketh a chance on me I thou require me letteth me knoweth I shalt be umbe If thou hath nay place to wend Whence thou art feeling woeful Whence thou art alla allone Whence the beautiful birds hath fled Dearest I indeed art free Taketh a chance on me I shalt doth mine v'ry best And it be nay falsehood If thou putteth me to th test If thou letteth me endeavour Taketh a chance on me Yon be all I ask of you my belov'd Taketh a chance on me We canst wend waltzing We canst wend strolling For as long as we art togeth'r Hark to some music Perhaps just speaking Aquire to knoweth thee bett'r For thee knoweth I hath so much yon I wish to doth , whence I dream I am allone with thou Tis sorcery You wish of me to leave it thith'r , fearful of a passionate affair But I bethink thou knoweth Yon I canst not letteth wend

Th'y inform'd him "doth not ev'r cometh umbe hith'r" Doth not wish to set eyes on thy visage , thou aught to vanish The f're be in the'r eyes and the'r w'rds are quite clear So be gone , just be gone Thou must flee, thou must doth what thou casnt Doth not wish to seek nay bloodshed , doth not be a hero Thou wish to hath courage , thou must doth what thou canst So be gone , but thou wish to be bad Be gone (be gone), be gone (be gone) None wish to be defeated Show how courageous and strong be thy fight It matt'rs not whom be wrong or right Just be gone Just be gone Just be gone Just be gone

Oh dearest , dearest Oh dearest , dearest Oh dearest dearest , how was I suppos'd to knoweth Yond som'thing was not right , hither Oh dearest , dearest , I shou'd not hath letteth thee wend And now thee art out if sight Showeth me how thee desire it to be , telleth me dearest For I needeth to knoweth now , oh for Mine lonesomeness be killing me (Iand I ) I must confess , I still bel'eve (still bel'eve ) Whence I am not with thee I looseth mine mind Giveth me a oman Sriketh me dearest one more time Oh dearest , dearest , the reason I breatheth be thee Lad , Thee hath me blinded Oh pretty dearest , thith'r be naught yond I wou'd doeth not Tis not the way I plann'd it Showeth me how thee desire it to be , telleth me dearest For I needeth to knoweth ,oh for Mine lonesomeness be killing me (Iand I ) I must confess , I still bel'eve (still bel'eve ) Whence I am not with thee I looseth mine mind Giveth me a oman Sriketh me dearest one more time

Last night I had the most strangest dream I sailed away to London In a small boat to findeth thee And thee proclaimed thee had to getteth thy washing cleaned Desired no man to holdeth thee What doth yond meaneth And thee spoketh Naught shalt breaketh mine stride No Sir shalt sloweth me down , oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride I am running and I shalt not toucheth ground ,oh nay I must keepeth on moving Thee be on the road and now thee prayeth it lasts The road behind was rocky But now thee art feeleth cocky Thee gazed at me and thee seeketh thy past Be it the reason that thee art running so swift ? And she spoketh Naught shalt breaketh mine stride No Sir shalt sloweth me down , oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride I am running and I shalt not toucheth ground ,oh nay I must keepeth on moving Worketh me over (Nev'r letteth another lass alike thee) Draggeth me under (Shou'd I meeteth another lass alike thee) I shalt telleth her (Nev'r desire another lass alike thee) Hath to sayeth , oh Naught shalt breaketh mine stride No Sir shalt sloweth me down , oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride I am running and I shalt not toucheth ground ,oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride No Sir shalt sloweth me down , oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride I am running and I shalt not toucheth ground ,oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride No Sir shalt sloweth me down , oh nay I must keepeth on moving Naught shalt breaketh mine stride I am running and I shalt not toucheth ground ,oh nay I must keepeth on moving...

This night , I shall have myneself a gay old time I feel alive Im a shooting star leaping through the sky like a dragon Defying the laws of gravity I am a horse drawn carriage passing by like Lady Godiva I am going to go go go there's nay stopping me Im burning through thon sky , yeah 200 degrees , that's why they calleth my Sir Fahrenheit Im traveling at the speed of light I wish to maketh a swift noble knight out of thee

Actually this song does sound like it's inspired by the Bunraku Puppet Theater.

Listened to the while traveling the roads in The Witcher. Me and Roach thank you.

I didn't know I needed this!

'Tis always days like this that I think of thee, and I wonder if thou ever thinks't of me. For my songs hath no plot, and I belong not, to dwell within thy precious memories.

An absolute banger well done 👌

Hello! So there's this weird collection of medieval art of ppl fighting snails, and I think it would be funny to put an image of an article discussing the art with a medieval rendition of "Happy Xman (The War is Over). I was wondering if you took non-donation requests. If you don't, then I completely understand.

Excellent work!

When Arab and Turks start conquering lands....

Personally I would have made the flute be a higher octave, but it sounds good

Let's enter in the ghost Village called lavender town Whit our magical beasts

This one is excellent!!!

The unofficial anthem of the Heavy Cavalry.

RasPutin will be happy 😂

This is epic, but needs vocals... that would put it over the top

Harken: Reality is but illusion, the world is naught but dream, acquire gold, fare thee well!!!!

My, my, it appears that no individualeths have made the vile decision to dare to interact with the disliketh button! Splendid!

This makes me Glad and Angry at the same time

It's like finding a freakin treasure chest! Just found out Bardcore exists. So, so happy about that!