Tudor Song Lyrics

KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
edited March 16 in The Circus
Rewrite opening words of a song as if written in 1550.

First person sets one, first to guess sets the next.

Example:

"Methinks a dolorous mood may darken this day. The maiden fair who doth set my mind disquiet now taketh herself on a journey" - Ticket to Ride, Beatles

So first one for you lot to guess:

'Thou art merely a hunting-dog
And thou dost loudly sound thy gruff call
Thou hast never chased down a coney
And I desire not thy companionship"

Comments

  • DafydDafyd Shipmate
    Hound Dog, various artists including Thornton and Presley.


    Hey nonny no, hey nonny no, hey nonny no, hey nonny no.
    Nor can I expel thee from my head.
    Thy love is all that I can meditate upon.
  • Kylie Minogue: Can't Get You Out of my Head

    On past occasions thou attiredst thyself in finery
    Thou cast the beggars a groat, didst thou not?
    Persons would raise a clamour, saying, “Avast! Peradventure thou shallst tumble”
    Thou perceivest each one jested with thee
  • Messed up. Should be

    On past occasions thou attiredst thyself in finery
    Thou cast the beggars a groat, in thine pomp, didst thou not?
    Persons would raise a clamour, saying, “Avast doxy! Peradventure thou shallst tumble”
    Thou perceivest each one jested with thee
  • stetsonstetson Shipmate
    Since apparently no one else is gonna say it, that's Like A Rolling Stone by Bob Dylan.

    And I don't know how to write in Tudor, so someone else will have to do the next one.
  • Lamb ChoppedLamb Chopped Shipmate
    edited March 17
    The blind boy hath shot an arrow into mine heart--
    Thy form, e'en more than thee thyself, enchanteth me;
    Thou draw'st me like adamant, as I do thee;
    Mine heart desireth thine, yea, more each day--
    Natheless must I confess--
    Thine body tis the true aim of my lust.
  • Stupid Cupid, sung by Connie Francis?

    Who owns remorse?
    Who repenteth himself?
    Which fret his soul at destroyed fealty.
    Who, sunken and depresst, who repines the while
    As I didst weep for thee?
  • Amanda B ReckondwythAmanda B Reckondwyth Mystery Worship Editor
    edited March 17
    Who's Sorry Now . . . Connie Francis again.

    The first hour, the second hour, the third hour, makest thee merry.
    The fourth hour, the fifth hour, the sixth hour, makest thee merry.
    The seventh hour, the eighth hour, the ninth hour, makest thee merry.
    We maun fain maketh merry.
  • Mine was actually "Shape of You"
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    Who's Sorry Now . . . Connie Francis again.

    The first hour, the second hour, the third hour, makest thee merry.
    The fourth hour, the fifth hour, the sixth hour, makest thee merry.
    The seventh hour, the eighth hour, the ninth hour, makest thee merry.
    We maun fain maketh merry.

    Rock around the clock

    "List, for I vouchsafe unto thee;
    And meseems thou shalt comprehend my word
    That my bosom heaveth with this burden
    I desire that thou place thy hand in mine"
  • DafydDafyd Shipmate
    edited March 17
    I Wanna Hold your Hand, The Beatles


    A Bankside village, a world from which one can go no further,
    For Shoreditch lads and Bankside lasses.
  • Gill HGill H Shipmate
    West End Girls by the Pet Shop Boys.

    (Sorry, no time to compose one right now, someone else can take my turn. But just to say, check out Hildegard of Blingin’ on YouTube if you like these. Her version of Jolene is fab.)
  • Amanda B ReckondwythAmanda B Reckondwyth Mystery Worship Editor
    Mine was actually "Shape of You"

    I was responding to the listing by @TheOrganist -- yours must have cross-posted. I wouldn't know "The Shape of You." Drat this software!
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    edited March 17
    So we need another starter:

    "Thy repeated infidelity to me seems from eternal to eternal;
    And determined now am I that it shall be no more
    Regard my countenance - I know not an I can be taught
    I know not mine own manner, but on a moment my self-governance is gone
    And in my soul burneth heat like a brand"

  • Amanda B ReckondwythAmanda B Reckondwyth Mystery Worship Editor
    @KarlLB , do you have us stumped?
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    'Twould appear so.

    It was Mama Mia, ABBA

    Perhaps this might work better as a Challenge Game - provide the song and challenge the next poster to recast it?
  • Might be a good idea.
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    OK. Let's go with The Rockafella Skank by Fatboy Slim... :D
  • Gill HGill H Shipmate
    I have to admit - I did get the answer right immediately, but I haven't got the time at the moment to compose one!
  • The Stony-Varlet Volta by Spindly Lard-knave

    Within the short movement of the shadow across a sundial
    – the stinking anthem-singing monk
    Forthwith its veracity ascertain
    – the stinking anthem-singing monk


    So how about Karma Police by Radiohead?
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    The Stony-Varlet Volta by Spindly Lard-knave

    Within the short movement of the shadow across a sundial
    – the stinking anthem-singing monk
    Forthwith its veracity ascertain
    – the stinking anthem-singing monk


    So how about Karma Police by Radiohead?

    City Watch of Natural Justice
    Take this knave to your dungeons
    He speaketh in divers numbers
    And sussurateth as cellar coldslab (doth not)
    His meaning occulted as if an ink-smudged missive.


    Challenge: Happiest Days of our Lives, Pink Floyd
  • When we were waxen and reckoned as scholars
    Peculiar masters were there which
    According to their purposes in sundry and manifold ways smote the youngsters
    Hissing on us for whichever deeds we wrought
    Uncovering each infirmity
    Howbeit the pups circumspectly concealed them


    Challenge: Gangsters, the Special A.K.A.
  • EnochEnoch Shipmate
    Why transcribest thou my writings?
    Schem’st thou to replicate me?
    Thou claim'st the rievers did waylay thee
    Yet me thou putt’st in jeopardie.

    None endeth knavery by knaving.
    Contorting law, evil to do
    I fear the course of destiny.
    The cutpurse time is come anew. ...


    Challenge - Eleanor Rigby, the Beatles.
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    edited March 20
    Hark that thou observest the multitude of friendless

    Eleanor Rigby gleaneth the Eastern grain whence the rites of Holy Wedlock have them strewn;
    Standeth where the fresh vapours of nature entereth
    Her countenance as she keepeth stopper'd upon the threshold of her dwelling


    Challenge: Another One Bites the Dust, Queen.
  • la vie en rougela vie en rouge Circus Host, 8th Day Host
    Stephen roameth watchfully abroad and his visor overshadoweth his visage;
    Not a sound maketh he save for his footsteps
    And he hath girded himself with his crossbow.
    Art thou in readiness?
    Clingest thou to thy perch?
    Goeth he out from the house as the bolts fly
    And echo the drums and musick;
    One more doth yet grovel in the dirt.

    Next: Britney Spears, Hit me baby one more time
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    Prithee and i'faith;
    By what means didst thou assume my cognisance,
    That all things were not in their goodly order?

    Prithee and i'faith;
    Shouldst I rather that thou not depart hence from me
    For mine eyes now see not where thou dost abide


    Challenge: Hush - Deep Purple
  • My mind dwells on a particular damsel
    Forsooth her appearance is goodly well
    Hers was the finest maidenhead I ever took
    Of times it repenteth me for a crook

    Wax dumb, Wax dumb
    Methinks mine ears her caught my title hailing
    Wax dumb, Wax dumb
    My heart she rent, but my affections are still unfailing
    Wax dumb, Wax dumb
    Methinks mine ears her caught my title hailing
    Wax dumb, Wax dumb
    I bear no guilt for desiring her to be nailing


    Challenge: Cool for Cats - Squeeze
  • KarlLBKarlLB Shipmate
    You are joking aren't you?
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