Some Poems and Songs From The Redwall Series

The Pearls of Lutra

O curse the name Mad Eyes
Say woe to the day,
When he tried to steal
Tears of all Oceans away.
All corsairs and searats
Whose messmates lie dead,
Saw blood and hot flame
Turn the seas flowing red.
Though northcoast lies far
And the ocean is wide,
Run from gree arrows
Of vengeance, and hide.
For the price of six tears
Through the dreams of us all,
Walks the fear of a Warrior
From the place called Redwall.
Now the life of our Brethen
Who followed the sea,
Will ne'er be the same
For such rovers as we.
'Twas the greed of a tyrant
That brought us to shame,
Six tears for a crown-
Curse the Emperors name!
Verses taken from an old corsair ballad

'Run from me, hide from me,
Still my shafts will find you,
All you vermin of the sea,
I must bring swift death to.
Lutra's Holt has not yet gone,
By my bow I swear it so,
I alone will carry on,
Seeking vengeance where I go.
Run from me, hide from me,
Hear my longbow singing,
Grath of Lutra's family,
Sleep to you is bringing.
Grath Longfletch's song on the shore.

The Long Patrol

Sometimes I sit here through the night,
Dreaming of those far-flung days,
I'll gaze into the fire warm light,
As if into some sunlit haze.
And here they come, those comrades mine,
Laughing, happy, brave to see,
Untarnished by the dust of time,
Forever fresh in memory.
The way we marched, the feast so grand,
I'll tell you of them all,
From Salamandastron's west strand,
And north up to Redwall.
Of high adventures each new dawn,
As side by side we stood in war,
This tale is told that you may learn,
Just what true friends are for.
The ballad of Tammo De Fformelo Tussock.

'Blow the cobwebs out of corners, the corners, the corners,
Throw open all your windows,
To welcome in the spring.
Now icicles are shorter,
And turning fast to water,
Out yonder o'er the meadow,
I hear a skylark sing.

All through the earth a showing, a showing, a showing
The greengrass is a growing,
So fresh is everything.
Around the flow'rs and heather,
The bees do hum together,
Their honey will be sweeter,
When 'tis made in spring.
Whinn the Hedgehog's song about the weather at Camp Tussock.

Please don't tell people I stole these off your page because I got them straight out of the book. Also remember I do not own Redwall or any aspect of it and I am just a fan. Redwall © Brian Jacques.