"On the tenth day of Sacred Time, Gbaji gave to me...
"Ten Krarshtkids a-crawling, "Nine Slime Deer a-spewing, "Eight Bagogi a-stinging, "Seven Ogres a-eating, "Six Broo a-shagging..." "FIIVE WAAALLK-TAAAAH-PIIIIIIIII! "Four Jack O'bears, "Three Dragonsnails,
I still have my doubts about that Duck's religious convictions..
> From: Keith Nellist <keithnellist_at_leoOpMy-US4Wn4pV39BcQYVCcgwUTvjNd6QsRNfhBoaKRa7kBxH89xxEfO-0CJHxJKnSgTCsu3NcLOnimJS2IA.yahoo.invalid>
> Subject: Christmas songs
> To: WorldofGlorantha_at_yahoogroups.com
> Date: Monday, November 24, 2008, 3:45 PM
> Some Sacred Time songs
>
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> All I Want For Christmas Is My Two big tusks
>
> Every body stops
> and stares at me
> These two tusks are
> gone as you can see
> I don't know just who
> to blame for this catastrophe!
> But my one wish on the Ivory Plinth
> is as plain as it can be!
>
> All I want from God pig
> is my two big tusks,
> my two big tusks,
> see my two big tusks!
>
> Gee, if I could only
> have my two big tusks,
> then I could wish you
> "Bloody Sacrifice"
> It seems so long since I could say,
> "Sister Susie sitting on a thistle!"
>
> Gosh oh gee, how happy I'd be,
> if I could only whistle (thhhh)
>
> All I want from God Pig
> is my two big tusks,
> my two big tusks,
> see my two big tusks.
> Gee, if I could only
> have my two big tusks,
> then I could wish you
> "Bloody Sacrifice!"
>
>
>
> To the Tune of Christmas For Cowboys
> S. Weisberg (c) 1975
>
> Tall in the saddle we ride Waha's way
> Driving the herd beasts cross the wind-battered plains.
> All of the new fodder eaten today;
> Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
>
> Back in the cities, they have different ways,
> Trollball and newts tails and Peaceful parades.
> I'll take the blanket; I'll take the reins;
> Waha's for nomads and wide open plains.
>
> A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night;
> The stars overhead are the fire witches lights.
> The wind singers chant as we bow down to pray;
> Waha's for nomads and the wide open plains.
>
> It's tall in the saddle we ride Waha's way,
> Driving the herd beasts on the wind battered plains.
> So many herds have been raided today;
> Ours is the sky and the wide open range.
> It's Waha for nomands and wide open plains.
>
>
>
> To the Tune of Frosty the Snow Man
>
> Watchdog of Feroda was a jolly happy soul,
> With pointy ears and without a nose
> and one eye made out of stone
> Watchdog of Feroda was a fairy tale, they say,
> He was made of stone but the wise ones
> know how he came to life one day.
> There must have been some magic in that
> old giant boat they found.
> For when they placed it near his head
> he began to dance around.
> O, Watchdog of Feroda
> was alive as he could be,
> And the children say he could laugh
> and play just the same as you and me.
> Thumpetty thump thump,
> thumpety thump thump,
> Look at Watchdog go.
> Thumpetty thump thump,
> thumpety thump thump,
> In the valley down below.
>
> Watchdog of Feroda knew
> the sun was hot that day,
> So he said, "Let's run and
> we'll have some fun
> now before I melt away."
> Down to the River Delta,
> with soldiers in his hand,
> Running here and there all
> around the swamp saying,
> Catch me if you can.
> He led them down the tidal wash
> right to Magastas edge.
> And he only paused a moment when
> he heard him holler "Stop!"
> For Watchdog of Feroda
> had to hurry on his way,
> But he waved goodbye saying,
> "Don't you cry,
> I'll be back again some day."
> Thumpetty thump thump,
> thumpety thump thump,
> Look at Watchdog go.
> Thumpetty thump thump,
> thumpety thump thump,
> In the seas below.
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