The Wedding of VerdSteer of Nothing Much

[shisteer of nothing much]

Wow, that is a seriously amazing carrot cake with cream cheese icing, Miss Russa. Good thing it won't go to waste because we're having the feast before the ceremony. Thanks!

I don't hate you, Sebias, but I'll pretend I do for Teer's sake.

*smiles* Okay, you do get chocolate on Thursday after all.

[Keva Strongbow]

*claps hands together* I'm the matron of dishoner! ....What exactly do I do exactly?  Oh look! It appears the band has shown up! What song shall we have them play?

[Booklover]

This:

Spoiler

O come all ye drumrolls
Loud and annoying,
O come ye, O come ye to fortissimo;
Come and play loudly, split all the eardrums;
O come let us play loudly, (Repeat x 3)
Dru-um, drumrolls.

Noise of noise, drum of drum,
Lo! he abhors not the decibels;
Very loud, pounded not tapped,
O come let us play loudly, (Repeat x 3)
Dru-um drumrolls.

See the musicians,
Summoned to the earplugs,
Leaving their instruments, draw nigh with earache;
We too will thither go and find some earplugs:
O come let us play loudly, (Repeat x 3)
Dru-um drumrolls.

Lo! Star-led tune parts,
Those who play forte,
offer him drumsticks, music and drums;
we to the drummer
bring our burst eardrums:
O come let us play loudly, (Repeat x 3)
Dru-um drumrolls.

Sing, out-of-tune choir,
sing even louder!
Sing, all ye bored congregation,
'Glory to drums
in the lowest hell!'
O come let us play loudly, (Repeat x 3)
Dru-um drumrolls.

Yea, drums, we burn thee,
destroyed for our salvation;
Violins, to thee be glory given!
Bang of the drummer
now in flesh disappearing.
O come let us piano, (Repeat x 3)
All violins.

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[shisteer of nothing much]

No, definitely not that. Play Scottish music; it's time to dance!

[Kade Rivok]

What dance does one do to Scottish music?

[Verdauga]

@Shisteer, are you SERIOUSLY going to make this a thing?

[Kade Rivok]

Boring or not, the ceremony is the part that actually causes one to be married, therefore, it won't be happening. We will have the ceilidh and wedding feast beforehand.

She's doing everything up 'till the actual ceremony, at which point you should probably start running.

[Verdauga]

I'm not even sure why I continue to post on this.

[Kade Rivok]

Don't worry, we know why.

[Verdauga]

Nah; I know why, but it won't be the reason you claim.

[Sebias of Redwall]

What dance does one do to Scottish music?

Spoiler

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one two three
Pray, would you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and they ring that bell
Oh my true love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

[Chorus]

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

[Chorus]

Ah spring on

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

[Chorus: x3]

Would you tell me, would you tell me

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Nah; I know why, but it won't be the reason you claim.

Care to enlighten us?

[Keva Strongbow]

*Starts clapping to the beat of the music*

[Sebias of Redwall]

*Starts Irish step-dancing*

[Kade Rivok]

What dance does one do to Scottish music?

Spoiler

Tell me ma when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pull my hair, they stole my comb
But that's all right till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one two three
Pray, would you tell me who is she

Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fighting for her
Knock at the door and they ring that bell
Oh my true love, are you well
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
Old Jenny Murray says she will die
If she doesn't get the fella with the roving eye

[Chorus]

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

[Chorus]

Ah spring on

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come a-tumbling from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
And she'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma till she comes home
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still

[Chorus: x3]

Would you tell me, would you tell me

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You know, I actually know that one, and for very odd reasons.  Back in the early aughts, there was a stupid show called The Brak Show, and on one of their specials they had a group do that song    I never really thought I'd hear it again in a place like this

[shisteer of nothing much]

*Starts Irish step-dancing*

Bad Sebias! No Irish. Try the Highland Fling.