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Everyone loves music and every culture has it. So what about your nation? Instruments? Songs? Melodies? National anthems?
A Prydanian army song dating to the Dixie War of Independence.
Over the Waves and Far Away
Here's forty shillings on the drum
For those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the waves and far away
O'er the waves and o'er the main
Through Dixie, Lakotah and Ryk
Queen Alex commands and we obey
Over the waves and far away
When duty calls me I must go
To stand and face another foe
But part of me will always stray
Over the waves and far away
O'er the waves and o'er the main
Through Dixie, Lakotah and Ryk
Queen Alex commands and we obey
Over the waves and far away
If I should fall to rise no more
As many comrades did before
Then ask the pipes and drums to play
Over the waves and far away
O'er the waves and o'er the main
Through Dixie, Lakotah, and Ryk
Queen Alex commands and we obey
Over the waves and far away
Then fall in lads behind the drum
With colours blazing like the sun
Along the road to come what may
Over the waves and far away
O'er the waves and o'er the main
Through Dixie, Lakotah and Ryk
Queen Alex commands and we obey
Over the waves and far away
As a nation with a collision of Myrorian, Pelagian, and Ozian cultures, Myroria's musical traditions can be diverse and a melting pot of different styles. One of the most famous is Quarrith's Wooden Wedding, a folk song about the marriage of a Myrorian woodsman to a Pelagian seamstress. The lyrics reflect Myrorian culture, while the tune is heavily Pelagian in nature; the subject matter, about mixing cultures, and the tune itself lends the song to modern translations into Prydanian/Cefnori/whatever.
One such translation aims to keep the song singable by lyricizing it. This is shown below:
Five years ago last Sunday night when Quarrith took a wife
'twas little Annick Heussaf who would stick to him for life
and he gave a wooden wedding the event to celebrate
and he sent out invitations to his friends both small and great
Now everyone was supposed to bring a present made of wood
some of the things they brought were bad and some were very good
but everyone who came they did the very best they could
when Quarrith had a weddin' made of wood
There was all kinds of wood brought to the house that night
hard wood, soft wood and kindling wood delight
there was wood and wooden shavings enough to fill a bed
'twas brought to Quarrith's house when he was five years wed
Now the first one to get there was Gils Olanisath,
he brought for a present a Letonnese bath
then came Caradec just as neat as a pin
he brought a cradle for to rock the baby in
Andarith brought a sawhorse handsomely engraved
Tanet brought a cord of wood for which he didn't pay
Merveth brought the clothespins and Gallou brought a broom
and it looked as though a lumberyard exploded in the room
Wood that came from Ozia, wood that came from Khem
wood from Annuminas across the ragin' span
wood that came from Hemland sent by the Baan
wood that came from Thanelen, enough to cover a lawn
wood that came from Geadland, wood that came from Dix'
wood that came from Pela', though those were just sticks
they passed around the whiskey and they passed around the ale
and if the glasses wasn't big enough they used a wooden pail
Everyone was feelin' good no one was feelin' dry
all around the glory and the glory it was high
someone asked Quarrith, "Would he sing a song?"
Quarrith said he would, but his voice was gone
Up jumped Caradec and he gave a recitation
all about the kind of wood that grew in every nation
"Spirits, such a racket, I can't keep it mum!"
Andarith called Caradec an educated bum
Well up jumped Caradec and he gave him such a whack
it raised up a hump in the middle of his back
that was the signal and they all began to fight
and the women hollered, "Murder!" and they said it wasn't right
Merveth threw the poker and it hit Olanisath
Andarith threw the kettle and he toppled the bath
Louic lost his false teeth and through the window dove
Caradec sat down on a red hot stove
Well there was all kinds of wood went flyin' through the air
Corré hit Queré with the round of a chair
Merveth took Aravoth and threw him on the bed
stabbed him with a clothespin and left him there for dead
Police got twenty five and thirty got away
they took them up before the judge the very next day
the judge looked them over as before them they stood
he gave them sixty days in jail,
now they're all sawing wood.