White and Tans (Two Filksongs for anti-Fall folks) · 8:54pm Jul 21st, 2014
Filk, for those unaware of the genre, was once called, paraphrased, songs for folks that ain't. Generally speaking it's folk songs for science fiction and fantasy works, very often parodies/reworkings of popular or traditional songs. Not for nothing was the word created by a finger slip, someone typing "Folk" in connection with songs at a convention created "Filk" and a genre was born.
What I have here is two different songs, connected very intimately with my "Etiamsi Omnes" world. One is written from a Griffin perspective, the other from a rebel Equestrian perspective. Anyone who would care to use these in their own anti-Fall stories can do so. Likewise, if someone would care to record one or both, link me to them and I'll promote them. All you need is an Autoharp. If you want to hear the original version whose sound and pacing moved these, check for "Come out ye Black and Tans" done by Brobdignagian Bards.
Come out ye White and Tans by an Unknown Bald Bard
We were born to soar the sky, to be free and clear on high,
Peacefully to fly and live with honor;
But now we have to fight for what we know is right,
And we sing this as we flap out to war:
{Chorus}
Come out, ye White and Tans,
Come and face us if ya can!
Show yer king how earned death at the border!
Some 'im how the R. G. A. made ye run so fast away
From the gray and lovely crags of ancient Tara!
Oh, come on, let us hear
How you got some Dukes to shear,
And made the Fear Doirche turn on Aerie;
The bloodlust and the glee
Of your foul debauchery,
And murder of the guard in dungeons dreary.
{Chorus}
Come, tell us of the day,
You made the zebras pay;
Like the ponies they faced a monster incognito;
How you bribed and beat and slew
'Til they all bowed to you
And they're payin' you the Danegeld to their sorrow.
{Chorus}
The time is coming fast,
For the traitors cannot last,
When we wipe the blot and blight from hill and valley;
Once we've stopped the failed coup
We'll help slay the caribou
And sing out as we mark the red-clawed tally:
{Chorus}
(A note for anyone that wants to integrate more elements than just the music, the current High King is Padraigh mac Padraigh O'Bald, Regnal Name: Padraigh XVI
The "Fear Doirche" (Dark Man) is the spat-upon title of the leader of the assault on the High King, and chief boot-licker to the caribou. He is also titled The Dead-Eyed Prince, as he's the King's firstborn son and was the prince of the realm, though now he's a traitor bound for the headsman's block. His name is Fergal mac Padraigh O'Bald. The current true prince is in seclusion, the High King's second son, who was officially ignored because he married a zebra. That's also why the verse on zebras exists; official policy has been revised, from zebras as simple trade partners to a close and staunch ally which has been cruelly and brutally oppressed.
Come out ye White and Tans by a Pony Rebel
We were born as creatures free, in sky and earth and sea,
Now we live as refugee and struggling rebel;
We fight the curséd Fash, who rule with brand and lash
And in battle we let out with this yell:
(Chorus; the fourth line changes after each verse)
Come out, ye white and tans
Come and stand up if you can!
Show the stag how you fall and fail and scatter!
(Show him how the Phantom's guile stole away your poison smile)
In this once-beloved land that you helped shatter!
Sure and you are mighty brave
When it's time to beat a slave
But the Arch-Magus stopped you at the passage narrow.
He was fearless, strong and wise,
Cut you butchers down to size,
So you bravely faced him down with poisoned arrow!
(Chorus; fourth line: Show though Vidkun was strong he's beheaded, dead and gone,)
Come talk of what you gave
To make the Dogs your slave,
What bloody price the traitors got out of you.
How you turned the true and wise
To a boorish, base disguise:
Stupid, brutish louts like the caribou.
(Chorus; fourth line: Show him what the price will be for such foul treachery,)
Talk of the buffalo
And how you brought them low
They fought with passion to cut away your culture.
You sent in troops to make them slaves,
Clashed with maids and braves,
Dealing death to fill the maw of crow and vulture.
(Chorus; fourth line: Show what comes of arrow rains on the vast and open plains)
The day is coming soon
When we free the Sun and Moon
And crack the crystal cock to worthless powder
We will put to spell and sword
Your woman-hating horde,
While singing out our chorus all the louder:
(Concluding Chorus)
Come out, ye Northmen scum,
Come and fight 'til you succumb,
Show your true colors as you did in Ponyville.
You murder and enslave,
Yet think you're mighty brave
So leave this land and take your ruddy ill!
Just a little something I've bee working on. I also needed to note a hiatus: The heat wave here is meeting a humidity wave. It's hot, sticky and feels like an oven. Creativity is almost nil. I force myself to work on my request but can't muster enough capability to do my in-progress projects. Sorry for all waiting for things but the weather isn't cooperating.
Am I seeing things, or are there both an FoE fic and an FoE anti-fic in the featured box this morning?
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Well, Necromantic Equestria is Anti. The other one I'm not sure about. It's about Big Mac, who is, in canon, not brainwashed. Which means like O's "Though Hell should bar the way" it could be Anti and focused on subtle social issues.
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I just sort of assumed it wasn't anti because it's got "Fall of Equestria" in the title.
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That could just be a tag to note the universe. I have no idea one way or another.