Mylo Aerensen's Book of Melodies

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An archive of songs in their original writing performed by the one and only Mylo Aerensen. Should he ever come to pass away it is encouraged that the bards of Ymph perform his songs in his memory. Mylo Aerensen is also a local playwrite, starting with his first play The Mayoral Dissident.[/SIZE][/FONT]

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[FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"]Halma the Whore:

There once was a woman named Halma the Whore,
Who was always upset of the tattered things she once wore.

And the whore had swore upon her fine braid,
She would never be able to become a fine maid.

But one day there came a rich man so drunk,
So Halma went and snuck in his bunk!

The rich man as drunk as could be,
Though Halma to be beautiful and free.

When he woke up to his dismay,
He found upon his finger a ring did lay!

There once was a woman named Halma the Whore,
Who the drunk is now slave to forever more...
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[FONT="Book Antiqua"][SIZE="4"]In the Heart of Nightal

In the Heart of Nightal, the birds and crickets do not chirp.
In the Heart of Nightal the bees do not buzz.

Oh what a dream this Nightal is.
Oh how I wish it were Kythorn with maidens all around,
But instead I am stuck in Nightal, trying not to frown.
So may the winter pass before I become an ass.

In the Heart of Nightal, maidens put on clothes.
In the Heart of Nightal, Auril's chill fills my home.

Oh what a dream this Nightal is.
Oh how I wish it were Flamerule so Lathander's light can shine on me,
But instead I am stuck in Nightal, searching for that one destined for me.
So may the winter pass before I become an ass.

In the Heart of Nightal, I am left alone.
In the Heart of Nightal, my fate is set in stone.[/SIZE][/FONT]

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[SIZE="4"][FONT="Book Antiqua"]Rich Boy

Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.
Rich Boy Rich Boy drink your mead.
Rich Boy Rich Boy have no need.
Rich Boy Rich Boy watch your greed.
Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.

Rich Boy! Is back in town, taking your wealth and wearing his crown!
Rich Boy! Flaunt your riches, make them bow before your britches!
Rich Boy! Best back away, now the people are ready to play!

Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.
Rich Boy Rich Boy within your bresth.
Rich Boy Rich Boy whisper death.
Rich Boy Rich Boy out of breath.
Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.

Rich Boy! Is back in town, taking your wealth and wearing his crown!
Rich Boy! Flaunt your riches, make them bow before your britches!
Rich Boy! Best back away, now the people are ready to play!

Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.
Rich Boy Rich Boy never cry.
Rich Boy Rich Boy never sigh.
Rich Boy Rich Boy never fly.
Ching-a-ring Ching-a-ring,
Ching-a-ching-a-ching-ching.
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[FONT="Book Antiqua"]The King Comes

Over the mountains, the King of Ymph shall come,
I speak, I yell, all evils undone.
When he claims the crown all of our troubles shall run.
Because over the mountains the King shall come.

When the maiden's force ride the King's men shall stride.
And the battle most bloody, shall be fought in death.
And during this battle they sing under each breath,
Because over the mountains the King shall come.

As our graves all empty and the maiden's force wakes,
Our lives shall be forfeit to what the maiden makes.
But one day we shall be free, just trust in me.
Because over the mountains the King shall come.

Over the mountains the King of Ymph shall come,
I speak, I yell, all evils undone.
When he claims the crown all our troubles shall run.
Because over the mountains the King shall come.

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[SIZE="4"]Age of Adventure

Take up your sword and shield if you can,
For the age of adventure has only began!
Dragons shall fall, the lichess shall scream,
As our riches we find shall surely gleam.

Battle, blood, and fine wenches to be had,
So what are you waiting for?
Why don't you listen lad?
To not be an adventurer you must surely be mad.

Take up your sword and shield if you can,
For the age of adventure has only began!
Dragons shall fall, the lichess shall scream,
As our riches we find shall surely gleam.

We shall drink through the night and adventure by day,
With each battle we charge through the fray.
So join in the rush as its high stakes or bust.
And the gold shall come in one great gust.

Take up your sword and shield if you can,
For the age of adventure has only began!
Dragons shall fall, the lichess shall scream,
As our riches we find shall surely gleam.
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The Sharessan Revel:

There is a night long ago I can only reminisce,
A night in which I am sure one could never miss.
A Sharessan revel of women wine and song!
That nothing there could simply go wrong.

All of us got drunk,
With someone in our bunk.
And so the night echoed with a thunk thunk thunk!

Soon the night turned to day and the world began to sway.
The men held their women tight and re-entered the fray.
All of them moaned and groaned trying to get their way.
But then in their beds they all began to lay.

All of us got drunk,
With someone in our bunk.
And so the night echoed with a thunk thunk thunk!

When each awoke again they all went astray.
By this time the Sharessan blessing had began to go away.
Their pleasure halted and no longer drunk,
There would be no more thunk thunk thunk!

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