Songs from The Corean Chronicles

Sing a song of silver,
sing a song of gold,
pocketful of coppers,
makes a fellow bold…

Gone, gone from Westridge,
with little to say,
the herders we knew
have long gone away.
Saddled, and booted,
and bridled rode they…

I rode home one night, as drunk as I could be,
and found a white sheep flock
where my flock ought to be.
I asked my wife, my dear wife,
what's this flock a doing here,
where my flock ought to be…

…I've traveled these valleys
a thousand quints or more,
but nightsheep without their horns,
I ain't never seen before…

There once was a herder so bold,
a herder from Soulend so cold…

If the world you want to see
try the militia cavalry
as we ride through brush and sand
till the brigands take their stand
From throughout the Westerhills,
from where the River Vedra fills,
for it's hi, hi, he
in the militia cavalry…