Holding On

by Efenwealt Wystle

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    When not performing as one of the Blibbering Humdingers, Scott masquerades as Master Efenwealt Wystle, a bard and minstrel.
    Songs in this collection are inspired by my life amongst other medieval re-enactors in the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA.org) and by the music of Jethro Tull, Fairport Convention, Dougie MacLean, Loreena McKennit, Phillip Pickett and many other artists around the english and celtic folk rock scene. Many friends contributed to this recording including:
    Mikey Mason - who wrote Best Game Ever
    Jonah Knight - who wrote King of Nebraska
    Frank Parker Jr. - who wrote Night of the Hunt
    Bryce Cone - drums on Now is the Month of Maying
    Vince Conaway - dulcimer on Perhaps a Dream
    Kirsten Vaughan (Aenor d'Anjou) - additional vocals, cover art, and co-author of Red Dragon Inn.
    Thank you as always for your support of my music over the years. Being able to play music for others is one of the greatest joys of my life.
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I haven't put out anything for my SCA friends in many years. This is a collection of songs and recordings I've been working on for a while now. Some new stuff, new recordings of old stuff, medieval and renaissance stuff, covers and filkish things. It's all stuff I think my SCA friends will enjoy.


released August 1, 2014

Thanks to Jonah Knight, Mikey Mason and Frank Parker for allowing me to cover their songs.



Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.


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Track Name: Now is the Month of Maying
Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing,
Fa la la la la ...
Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass.
Fa la la la la ...

The spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at winter's sadness,
Fa la la la la ...
And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground.
Fa la la la la ...

Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing?
Fa la la la la ...
Say, dainty nymphs and speak,
Shall we play barley break?*
Fa la la la la ...

*I'm told "barley break" is a game very much like Blind Man's Bluff, but is played in the nude after imbibing large amounts of alcohol.
Track Name: Holding On
Each time we gather, and journey down that road
and return to that place we call home
Greet one another as if we’d never gone
However far we roam
See how the trees have grown

Holding on to our memories
Holding on to our lasting dream
Holding on to the times when we can be
In the place where we belong
To the fire, the folk and the song

Sharing moments enchanted by a song
Worries of the world slip away
Forming friendships to last a whole life long
Bringing times past to present day
Here we are, here our hearts will stay
Track Name: Edi Beo
Edi beo thu heavene quene
Folkes froure and engles bliss
Moder unwemmed and maiden clene
Swich in world non other nis
On thee hit is wel eth sene
Of alle wimmen thu havest the pris
Mi swete levedi her mi bene
And rue of mi zif thi wil is

Happy be thou heavenly queen
Mankind's comfort and angels' bliss
Mother untainted and maiden clean
Such in world, none other is
Of thee easily it is seen
That of all women thou hast the prize
My sweet lady hear my boon
And rue of me of thy will is.
Track Name: Goober with a Doumbek
I was walking through the camp on a beautiful night
Looking for a place where they treat the bards right.
Like Marinus, Eoforwic or Thanet House
Like Pink Fuzzy Bunny or the Howling Mouse

When I heard the drums beatin’ from across the lake
And I thought to myself “ah for Odin’s sake”
I like all kinds a music, ain’t no period cop.
But will these tribal monkey pot-heads never stop?

It was a goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek
Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek
A goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek
Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek

So I went off in search of this terrible noise
And I found this camp full of scrawny shirtless boys
hoping that their rhythm would drum up some dancers
but more beledi bunglers is all that would answer

They were terrible, miserable, and way off beat.
They were chasin’ away ev’ry girl on the street.
I sat and I cried, and I covered my ears.
I’d fin’ lly realized my worst doumbek fears


Well I finally had enough, so a grabbed a drum
I sat in their circle and I showed ‘em some
I played Guwazi and the Masmoodi
Soufi, Serto, and the Chiftatelli

By the time I was done the camp was totally forsooth
The ladies were dancing, so I said to these goofs
“Ya See that boyz? Ya see, that’s how it’s done
‘Cause I’m a Master Bard. I’m always bringin’ da FUN!

I’m not a goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek
Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek
A goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek
Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek

Das right sirrah.
Efenwealt Wystle in da camp.
You knaves can’t even count to four.
I’ll show you da doubmek! I been on da crusades!!
Track Name: Drive the Cold Winter Away
All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year,
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor as the peer.
Good fortune attend each merry man's friend,
That doth but the best that he may,
Forgetting old wrongs, with carols and songs,
To drive the cold winter away.

The court in all state now opens her gate
And bids a free welcome to most.
The city likewise, though somewhat precise,
Doth willingly part with her cost.
And yet by report from city and court
The country gets the day;
More liquor is spent and better content
To drive the cold winter away.

Thus none will allow of solitude now
But merrily greets the time.
To make it appear of all the whole year
This is accounted the prime.
December is seen apparel'd in green,
And Janu'ry fresh as the May
Comes dancing along with a cup or a song
To drive the cold winter away.

This time of the year is spent in good cheer,
Kind neighbours together to meet
To sit by the fire, with friendly desire,
Each other in love to greet;
Old grudges forgot are put in the pot,
All sorrows aside they lay.
The old and the young doth carol this song
To drive the cold winter away.
Track Name: Alle Psallite
Alle psallite cum luya
Alle concrepando psallite cum luya
Alle corde voto Deo toto, psallite cum luya

Translated it's basically the following phrases stuffed into the middle of a "Alleluia"
Sing praises!
Loudly sing praises!
Devoted hearts sing praises!
Track Name: Perhaps a Dream - AS XLIX edition
Walk through the night, trees closing all around
Stop and listen to the air
Tiny voices, light, footsteps behind you now
Someone or something must be there
So you turn around and see the fairy folk
Dancing and laughing in the wood
Try to join right in, but they just disappear
Are they watching? Will they come again?

Moon behind the clouds, you stumble off the trail
Dig your way out through the briars
Strange unearthly sounds, just might have heard this tale
One night while resting by the fire
Now sing along and step into the fairy ring
And hear their merry elfin sounds
Try to jump right in. They vanish in thin air.
Are they watching? Will they come again?

Dawn is creeping near, lying in the morning dew
You waken from your long night's dream
Start at packing gear, must have been last night's stew
Just too much drink or so it seems
You look up in the trees and see their smiling eyes
Their golden brightness fills the sky
Try to fly with them, but they all float away
Are they watching? Will they come again?
Track Name: Natural 20 (living room version)
Am G We were surrounded by an army of undead
Am Em Our cleric down to minus five
Am G A rabid hobgoblin gnawed off the fighter’s arm
C E But we knew with luck that we could survive

A Natural 20
A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour)
A E and fight off a horde of zombies
A Natural 20
A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling.
A E Am Natural 20 is all I need.

Am G A portal opened, and unleashed the fiends of Hell
Am Em A balrog looking really pissed
Am G We tried to banish him, but couldn’t work the spell
C E We’ll have fight. I hope we don’t miss!

A Natural 20
A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour)
A E and fight off a horde of zombies
A Natural 20
A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling.
A E A Natural 20 is all I need.

Dm C And after the battle we went to the Inn to relax a while
F C We spent all our treasure on gambling and women and booze
Cm Bb My dwarf made a pass at the barmaid, we think that she might have smiled
Bbm C But the Halfling had too much to drink and threw up on my shoes.

So really, I’m going to try to ask out the barmaid.
Uhm Okay, make a charisma check. What’s your bonus?
I don’t have a charisma bonus. I mean nobody puts points into charisma unless they’re a sorcerer or a bard. That’s just a lame stat.
Okay, well. make your roll. You’re at a minus 2 because of the Halfling vomit.

A Natural 20
A D I can be charming. I can get my drinks for free. I wink at wenches
A E and pick up a barmaid or three.
A Natural 20
A D take down beholders with a toothpick and some string
A E A E Natural 20 is all I need.

A Natural 20
A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour)
A E and fight off a horde of zombies
A Natural 20
A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling.
A E C A Natural 20 is all I need.
Track Name: Nastycrat
Now there’s the Autocrat and Feastocrat and Merchantcrat and Troll
A Servercrat, an Artsycrat and Parkingcrat, you know.
And then there’s the Nastycrat - That’s me
I’m the gentleman who cleans the pri-hi-vy!

Now I’ll sing you my advice To keep the bathrooms looking nice.
And that will make my job so ea-he-sy.

If you sprinkle when you tinkle be a sweetie, wipe the seatie
Regardless if you sit or if you stand
Don’t wash dishes in the sinky. Don’t leave diapers full of stinky
And please remember always wash your hands.

If you use up all the paper, don’t let someone find out later.
Or else you’ll be despised for what you did!
If you clog the John with crap, find a plunger, clear the trap
And most importantly put down the lid.

I’m the Nastycrat. I’m the Nastycrat
I’m really not that nasty. I just clean the place you shat.
If you clean each mess yourself, you won’t need this nasty elf.
I’m the Nastycrat - that’s me.

If you make a putrid pooty, spray the air with something fruity,
or scented like fresh linens, rose or pine (mmmm shitrus)
When you praise the porcelain goddess, please close the door. Be modest.
And next time don’t drink liquor before wine.

When you go to the latrine, pretend you are the Queen
Always be considerate and kind.
Though we practice feudalism, when you use the euphemism,
Our modern hygiene habits you must mind.

Track Name: Fair Lady Atlantia - Raven's Cove remix
*Guitar Intro: C Em Am G

G Am C G
As I stand upon this mountain, looking out across the sea
G Am C D5
Through the mist I see a land that strangely calls to me
G Am C G
I can hear familiar voices, saying "You've been gone too long"
G Am C D5
But on the breeze, the sound grows louder, I think I hear a song

G Am D5 G
Fair Lady Atlantia, she rides upon the wind
G Am C D5
The bravest of warriors, and the poet's friend
Am7 G
Though I've traveled for many days
She never seems so far away
C Em Am G
Fair Lady Atlantia, my lady by the sea

The gentle folk they still remember the simple days of years gone past
In Highland Foorde, at Tear Sea's Shore, at home in Elvegast
I long to roam Windmasters' hills, the crystal coast of Raven's Cove
Hawkwood's peaks and Steirbach's woodlands, I long to be back home

Now I stand upon this mountain, looking at the land below
I turn once more and say "Farewell" to those that I have known
For now its time to journey onward, along an endless winding road
But someday I'll return to see the place I call my home

G Am C G
Through the years that I have traveled. So many places I have been
G Am C D5 G
I close my eyes and I can see the land within my dreams
(As I stand upon this mountain…)

*Notes on guitar tuning and chords
I use “double drop D” (DADGBD), so the chords noted here are approximated.