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Mug Your Gate
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An SCA bard is nothing without an audience. An SCA encampment is often wanting for entertainment and diversion. We complete each other. If only the campers knew how to hang out a "FUN WANTED HERE" shingle to draw performers in? Well, as it happens...
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Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, and producer who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away
Drake Oranwood (Eric Schrager, he/him) is a singer, songwriter, producer, lutenist, and medieval enthusiast who brings modern sensibilities to original songs set long ago and far away. In the Society for Creative Anachronism, Drake is part of the bardic community, where original and period performances are shared at fire circles and waysides for weary travelers. (The general SCA term for an individual vocal performer is a bard). Drakes persona is an English composer and musician living in the sixteenth century. Drake is currently serving as Queens Bard for the East Kingdom.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Author
Eric Schrager / Anonymous
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Lyrics 2013 by Eric Schrager
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October 28, 2015
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MP3 3.4 MB • 124 kbps • 3:47
Story behind the song
Music Anonymous (from "Watkin's Ale", Elizabethan broadside) Lyrics, vocals: Eric Schrager Arrangement: Paul Butler, Eric Schrager Harpsichord, cello, recorder: Paul Butler Song page: http://drakethebard.com/bardic/mug-your-gate/
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Good gentles, do you, of an eve, Wish that you had a slight reprieve From all the doldrums in your camp, Without the risk of walking cramp? Would you like merriment That doesn't cost a cent? So that you can prevent Loud complainers? Now, friends, there is indeed A way to call, with speed, "Quick! To our camp! We need Entertainers!" On your mug some ribbon tie (Or some cloth–no need to buy!) Hang this mug upon your gate, Then, good friends, you've but to wait. This practice comes from Calontir, Now it is spreading far and near. Performers soon will spy your sign, And say "An audience! How divine!" Singers will wander through, Bards with tales old and new, All will endeavor to Lift your spirit! A steady trickle of Antics ridiculous, You'll feel a tickle of Joy to hear it! Hang that mug before your fire, Take it down when you retire. Mug your gate, that's all you do. Mug your gate, we'll come to you! Some who are pleased will offer food, That's at your whim, and per your mood. Water or drink is kind, dear friend, And a good signal we should end. Wish you a different song? Have we come on too strong? Or are we running long? Pray, do tell us! We know a proper set Is a few minutes, yet Once in a while, we get Over-zealous! Mug your gate, and we'll come play. Fill our mugs, we're on our way. Mugs with ribbons on your doors, Mirth and stories will be yours! Mug your gate, and we'll regale, Half an hour, or just one tale. Gifts we'll bring you from the Muse… Mug your gate, it's yours to choose!
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