Rhymes from Redwall

[Nightfire]

I always liked this one. I find myself chanting it at odd hours of the day:

"Through Wintercold and Summerheat,
The Badger Lord knows not defeat!
Point of spear or blade of sword,
Nought can stop the Badger Lord!"

And this one:

"Cut the cake, cut the cake,
Cut the cake for goodness sake
Me an' my mate have each got a plate,
An' here we have to sit an' wait.
So cut the cake, say the grace,
Let's get cream upon me face,
An' sticky paws as a slice I take,
Oh cut that cake for goodness sake!"

[Dawnwing]

My favorite is "Kroova's Song" from the beginning of Triss.  It's even better in the audiobook. <3

Were days that long, was grass so green,
In seasons of youthful desire?
Roaming o'er seas of aquamarine,
Where westering suns drown in fire?

'Cross mountain, forest, and river,
I'd wander, carefree and bold,
Never heeding the days to come,
When I'd wake up slow and old.

Oh, how the silent summer noon,
Warms dusty memories,
In an orchard amidst my dreams,
Beneath verdant, shadeful trees.

Come visit me, you little ones,
Hear stories, songs, and rhymes,
A roving warrior's saga,
Of far-gone, golden times.

[Taggerung The Otter]

Twixt earth and sky where birds can fly,
I look below and see
A place of wood with plumage green
That breezes move like sea.
Behind me as the dawn breaks clear,
Woodpidgeons come awake,
See brown dust roll, twixt green and gold,
Unwinding like a snake.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
O'er golden acres far below,
Our wings beat strong and true,
Where deep and wet, see flowing yet,
Another snake of blue.
Across the earth is changing shape,
With form and color deep,
Afar the teeth of land rise up,
To bite the wool of sheep.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
Beyond this, much is lost in mist,
But here and there I see
The treachery of muddy gray,
'Tis no place for the free.
O feathered brethren of the air,
Fly straight and do not fall,
Onward cross the wet gold flat,
Where seabirds wheel and call,
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
The skies are growing darker, see
Our beacon shining bright.
Go high across the single fang
That burns into the night.
We leave you now as we wing on,
Our journey then must be
Where sky and water meet in line,
And suns drown in the sea.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King

[Skipper]

i like the one from pearls of lutra where it goes "run from me hide from me soon my shaft will find you" and the one from salamandastron "pull boys pull!" theres a link here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l3RQmpj8fMQnd the one from loamhedge called ladies which is sung by two shrews http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjhTfAUZDMg&feature=related

[Taggerung The Otter]

The Prince of Mousethieves honors you,
To visit here this day.
So keep your larder door shut tight,
Lock all your food away.
O foolish ones, go check your store
Of food so rich and fine.
Be sure that I'll be back for more,
Especially this wine."
 

"Oh fight, lads, fight,
Scratch, lads, bite,
Gonff will dine on cheese and wine,
When he gets home tonight."
 

"Across the lea, beneath the leaves,
When countrylands wake up to spring,
Hurrah here comes the Prince of Thieves,
Hear every small bird sing.
So daring and so handsome too,
He makes a wondrous sight,
But if he comes to visit you,
Lock your treasures up tight."
 

"Cuckoo, Cuckoo, good day, my friend, to you.
O sly one you know best.
To lay in others' nest,
Is a trick you often do.
But I am smarter, sir, than you,
Cuckoo, my friend, cuckoo."
 

"I knew a mouse in prison here,
More than a hundred years.
His whiskers grew along the ground,
And right back to his ears.
His eyes grew dim, his teeth fell out,
His fur went silver grey.
'If my grandad were here,' he said,
'I wonder what he'd say?'"
 

"Pickalock pickalock, you'll regret the day,
When you took a mousethief and locked him away.
Sillycat, look at that, it's two for one,
The thief and the warrior
By dawn will be gone."
 

"I'm a mouse with a very long tail,
With a heart and voice to match.
I've escaped from the pussycats gaol.
They'll find me hard to catch.
So, away, through the grass, the flow'rs and leaves,
Like smoke on the breeze, the Prince of Thieves.
Let's cheer for the day when we will see
The Mossflower country safe and free."
 

"Squirrels, otters, hedgehogs, mice,
Moles with fur like sable,
Gathered in good spirits all,
Round this festive table.
Sit we down to eat and drink.
Friends, before we do, let's think.
Fruit of forest, field and banks,
To the springtime we give thanks."
 

"A questing-o the friends did go,
Companions brave and bold,
O'er forest, field and flowing stream,
Cross mountains high and old.
These brave young creatures journeying
Along the road together,
While birds did sing throughout the spring,
Into the summer weather."

"Goodbye, Columbine.
Now your path and mine
Must part in the woods of Mossflow'r.
Keep a lookout this day,
For I'll be back this way,
In the noontide or cool evening hour."
 

"Sala-manda-stron, look out, here we come,
A thief, a warrior, and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
We'll march until we meet our goal,
Sala-manda-stron."
 

"Sala-manda-stron,
Look where we've come from,
Three of Mossflower's best,
Marching out upon our quest:
Sala-manda-stron."
 

"A weasel, ferret and a stoat,
Found a pond but had no boat.
Now they can't see the waters from
The inside of a swan."
 

"O the day is fair and blue,
The mountains lie ahead.
Companions good and true,
Our enemies are dead.
I'm longing for the day,
O, for that happy time,
When I'll return to say,
Sweet Columbine, you're mine."
 

"O for the life of a sailormouse,
It's better than Kotir gaol,
A rest for the weary traveling paws,
With the wind to drive our sail.
There's a shrew for skipper
Two mice for mates,
And a mole for a cabin boy.
When we sight Salamandastron,
We'll shout out loud, Ahoy!"
 

"It'll be great, I'll watch you, mate,
And you can dive right in.
But don't sing with your mouth full,
"This pie is all for Din."
A crust as light as thistledown,
And filled with all you dream:
Fresh vegetables, the best of fruit,
All floating round in cream."
 

"I musn't drink the water,
And there may be nought to eat.
Those gulls may see a mousethief,
As just a tasty treat.
I step out bravely on the quest,
Across this funny land,
And when I dissappear they'll say,
'He's found the sinking sand.'"
 

"Always the tide comes flowing in.
Ever it goes out again.
Sleep 'neath the shore evermore,
Free from hunger and pain.
Morning light will bring the sun;
Seasons go rolling on.
Questing ever far from home,
For Salamandastron."
 

"Harebell, Honeydew and Willow,
Each a pretty young thing;
Brave, bold and fearless,
Wother, Trubbs and Ffring;
Lupin, Buffheart, Starbuck, Breeze,
Swift as winds across the trees;
Rule o'er land and sea herefrom,
Sala-manda-stron."
 

"O the Wuddship is a goodship,
And we'll sail her anywhere,
Rowed by mice, crewed by shrews,
And often steered by hare.
So hoist the anchor, loose the sails,
Give me a wind that never fails,
And we'll sail the goodship Wuddship,
From here to old Brockhall."
 

"Let no foulbeast give one command,
I'll say,'O no not me,
My back bends to no tyrant's rule.
Hey friends, this mouse is free.'
Free has a sound, it rings around,
A lovely way to be.
So dance or sing, do anything,
You're free free free free freeeeeeeeee!"

 

sorry if it is tae long

[Redwall rules]

I like this one from Martin the warrior:

Amid the deep white winter snow,
Sleeps Mossflow'r until spring,
While snug in Cavern Hole below,
All Redwall's creatures sing.
Old autumn gave us plenty,
Our harvest did not fail,
No plate or jug is empty,
There's good october ale.

And this one from Pearls of Lutra:

O curse the name Mad eyes
Say woe to the day,
When he tried to steal
Tears of all Oceans away.
All corsairs and searats
Whose messmates lie dead,
Saw blood and hot flame
Turn the seas flowing red.
Though northcoast lies far
And the ocean is wide,
Run from the green arrows
Of vengeance, and hide
For the price of six tears
Through the dreams of us all,
Walks the fear of a Warrior
From the place called Redwall.
Now the life of our Brethren
Who followed the sea,
Will ne'er be the same
For such rovers as we.
'Twas the greed of a tyrant
That brought us to shame,
Six tears for a crown-
Curse the Emperor's name!

Verses taken from a old corsair ballad by brian jacques

Ps: Took me ages to tipe up