Pam Carlson (I think) suggests that a song for the Uz should be a bit simpler than those previously posted, basic, crude even. Well, you don't get much cruder than the SCA's "Mongolian Birthday Song" a horribly mutated version of "Volga Boatmen" that even Vikings ("drunken Vikings" would be redundant) can hoot along to. So, without further ado, here are a few verses to start and those with far more writing talent than I can run with it if they like.
Kiger Litor, ugh! Kyger Litor, ugh!(*) Gorakiki, ugh! Gorakiki, ugh! She's da mother of us Uz She makes bugs we likes ta eat We obey her, or else, `cuz Plus we gets some extra feet Kiger Litor, ugh! Kyger Litor, ugh! Gorakiki, ugh! Gorakiki, ugh! Zorak Zoran, ugh! Zorak Zoran, ugh! Argan Argar, ugh! Argan Argar, ugh! We smash Humakts in`ta goo Never mind da price we paid Yelmies and them Lunars too Dere's a profit to be made Zorak Zoran, ugh! Zorak Zoran, ugh! Argan Argar, ugh! Argan Argar, ugh!
Xiola Umbar, ugh! Xiola Umbar, ugh!
Fix our hurts, protects da weak
It's ta her da Enlo sneak
Xiola Umbar, ugh! Xiola Umbar, ugh!(**)
Notes:
* In the SCA we make a sort of Huh! sound here but feel free to hit the
ground with your mace, bang two trollkin together, punch your neighbor in
the head, etc.
Gary R. Switzer--Aero Hobbies
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