Said by Egburt and Floburt (p. 11)

After spring’s soft rain is done,
At the waning of the moon,
Four dry solid days of sun,
Will bring forth growth and bloom.

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Sung by Rillfag (p. 23-24)

Ho if I was a stream I’d chance to go,
A-racin’ to the sea,
Yonder way fresh waters flow,
An’ that’s the way for me.

Leapin’ an’ boundin’,
Splashin’ an’ soundin’
Rudder ‘round rock an’ log,
With pike an’ trout, I’d frisk about,
A good ole riverdog!

Through leafy glades the waters call,
Across the open meadow,
An’ when I sight a waterfall,
Why down will go me head oh!

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Chanted by Grissoul (p. 37)

Who can outrun the wind
Yet turn on a single leaf,
Stand silent as an amberfly
Or steal away the breath from a thief?
The Taggerung!
Who can outswim a pike
Whose eyes are keen as the hawk’s,
Who brings death in his wake
Yet leaves no mark where he walks?
Zann Juskarath Taggerung!

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Sung by Boorab (p. 38-40)

Collop a lee collop a loo,
Oh what I wouldn’t give to
Be eating a filthy great plate o’ salad,
Instead of composing this beautiful ballad.
A collop a lollop a lee oh loo,
Life’s hard without scoff ‘tis true,
You can always eat a lettuce, but
A lettuce can’t eat you.  Oooooohhhhhhh

Hey ho for the life of a fool,
I recall my mater’s wise rule,
Eat at least ten meals a day,
Or else you’ll waste away she’d say,
Poor dear Mater so old and grey,
And fat as two bales of hay, hey ho.  Oooooohhhh
Father said to me, ‘M’lad, you know,
She’s goin’ to explode on day . . . I saaaaaaay.’
So both of us ran away.  Hey!

Oh the saddest sight on earth,
I’ll tell you for what it’s worth,
Is the sight of a chap with an empty tum,
Laid low in the grass without a chum,
A jolly pal, who’d stay close by,
An’ feed a poor fellow some apple pie,
Or perchance a slice of onion pastie. . .

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Sung by Broggle (p. 44)

Boorab is my friend,
On that you may depend,
He’s come to stay awhile,
Be nice to him and smile!

(p. 46)

He wants to work in the kitchens,
With me an’ Friar Bobb,
So please Cregga Badgermumm,
Give him the blinkin’ job!

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Sung by Boorab (p. 47-48)

Derry cum day foll deeh,
I pray you listen to me.
I’ll compose this ditty upon the spot,
To say you’re a jolly decent lot,
Then you can judge for yourself or not,
What an Abbey asset I’ll be,
Derry cum day foll deeh!

Your lot won’t know you’re born,
I’ll be up before each dawn,
To serve you crumpets’n’tea in bed,
To wake you gently I’ll stroke your head,
I’ll warble sweetly until your fed,
And you’ll never feel forlorn,
‘Cos I’ll do this every morn!

Sing derry cum de all day,
What a splendid hare you’ll say,
He’s handsome happy an’ modest too,
An’ what a cook, why I’ll tell you,
There’s nought this super chap can’t do,
Let’s never send him away,
Yes, I’ll wager that’s what you’ll say!

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Sung by Dibbuns (p. 53)

Welcome to the feast, the feast,
Oh welcome one and all.
Good creatures that you are, la la la,
Who dwell within Redwall.
The lark descends unto its nest,
The sun has sunk into the west,
And we are left all evening long,
To bring you light and song.
Sing out sing out each joyous beast,
Oh welcome to the feast, the feast,
We wish you happy seasons long,
And hope you liked our soooooong!

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Sung by Egburt (p. 54)

Ho welcome to the feast, you beast,
I hopes you trip an’ fall,
I’ve got a fat grandpa, ha ha ha,
Who’ll prob’ly eat it all.
The lark defends his feathery chest,
The sun has sunk into his vest,
If he don’t bathe before to long,
There’ll be an awful pong. . .

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Said by Boorab (p. 55-56)

How can one count the praises of the vittles at Redwall?
Oh pure delight, oh wondrous night, I’ll sing to one and all.
Thaaaaaaat blackberry pudden looks such a good ‘un,
All covered in meadowcream,
And the hazelnut cake, well for goodness’ sake,
I hope it’s no jolly old dream.
That huge apple pie, oh me oh my, the crust is pipin’  hot,
Good cratures be nice, an’ save me a slice,
Or I’m sure I’ll die, wot wot!
What rhymes with pastie, I’ll try to sing fastly,
My nose tells me ‘tis wrong,
This soon will grow cold, if I may make so bold,
Pray excuse a chap endin’ his song!

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Sang by Broggle (p. 60-61)

Ladies dear ho we thank you,
For this evening’s wondrous feast,
Every Dibbun every elder,
From the greatest to the least.

We can say with paw on heart,
That your efforts did you proud,
So in tribute to your art,
Let us sing with joy aloud.
Ladies dear oh how we thank you,
And in truth we always will,
Knowing that your gracious beauty,
Is in keeping with your skill!

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Read by Mhera (p. 77-78)

Fortunate are the good creatures,
Dwelling within these walls,
Content in peaceful harmony,
As each new season falls.
Guided in wisdom by leaders,
One living, the other long dead,
Martin the Warrior in spirit,
And our chosen Abbey Head.
‘Tis Martin who chooses our Champion,
Should peril or dangers befall,
But who selects the Abbess,
Or Abbott to rule Redwall?

I was once your Abbess,
A task not like any other,
To follow a path in duty bound,
I took on the title of Mother.
Mother Abbess, Father Abbot,
They look to you alone,
For sympathy, aid, and counsel,
You must give up the life you’ve known.
To take on the mantle of guidance,
As leaders before you have done,
Upholding our Abbey’s traditions,
For you alone are the One.

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Message on oak leaf (p. 79)

Though I am no longer here,
I beg, pay heed to me,
O.L. stands for Oak Leaf,
A.S. leaves you her key.
   A.S.

If you would rule this Abbey,
G.H. is the place to be,
At the T.O.M.T.W.
Look to the L.H.C.

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Read by Mhera (p. 103)

My first is third, like the sound of the sea,
My second’s the center of you, not me,
My third is the end of him but not you,
My fourth starts a picture, not a view,
My fifth is in bean, though not in been,
My sixth and seventh start seldom seen.
Sunrise and sunset, warmth and cold,
Put them together a sign will unfold.

The strangest thing you’ve ever heard,
A point that makes a noisy word,
The other three make quieter pleas,
Let me start you off with ‘teas’.

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Broggle’s grace (p. 106)

When the day’s work is done,
Then gather we all,
To dine in good company,
Here at Redwall,
On the fruits of our labors,
We harvest and tend,
Each helping the other,
As neighbor and friend.
May the seasons’ fine fortune,
Roll on without cease,
And grant us fair weather,
In plenty and peace.

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Sung by Boorab (p. 109-110)

Some said his was full of stones,
Some said ‘twas full of muck,
But I tell you, that wasn’t true,
Oh Dingle was a brainy duck!
He knew history and geography,
Read books from front to back,
But the poor little fellow with his webs so yellow
All he could do was say Quack!
Oh geese go honk and sparrows tweet,
I suppose jackdaws shout Jack,
But the cleverest bird you’ve ever seen,
Was the duck who just went Quack!

One day there came a cunning fox,
Who said, ‘I’m Doctor Black,’
And all the ducks believed he was,
‘Til Dingle called him Quack!
Oh Quack Quack Quack! Quack Quack Quack!
Brave Dingle Quacked and raved,
So the ducks jumped Quackly in the pond,
And from that fox were saved,
If ever you meet dear Dingle,
Good manners he won’t lack,
Just shake his wing, you’ll hear him sing,
Quack Quack Quack Quack Quack!

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Said by Grissoul (p. 119)

Gruven Zann! Juskazann!
Take our name, rule our clan,
Heed the voice of the Chieftain now dead,
Bring back to this Seer the traitor’s head!

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Sang by Rakkadoo (p. 125)

Ho rang tang rattledy battledy,
Twirl y’tails an’ kick up y’paws,
Which ‘un’s mine an’ wot one’s yores?
Y’jump like a trout an’ y’caper about,
An’ don’t dare stamp on anybeast’s tail,
Roll like a vole playin’ toad in a ‘ole,
An’ rackit an’ rampit an’ fetch the good ale!
Fiddledee faddle an’ diddle dee doo,
Slugs never ‘it me an’ bugs never bit me,
I’m far too fast so I’ll leave ‘em t’you.
A rap tap tap I jump so ‘igh,
There’s birds beneath me flyin’ by,
Flippin’ an’ flappin’ me paws are a-tappin’,
To beat a vole dancin’ y’never should try. Hi!

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Song in Tagg’s dream (p. 148)

Where glides the butterfly,
O’er some still pond,
There is my little love,
Dear one so fond.
Hush now you humming bee,
Soft shadows creep,
Silent in summer’s eve,
Sleep baby sleep.

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Sang by Fwirl and Mhera (p. 158)

Where’s the naughty Dibbun, tell me where?
Is that him upon the stair?
Hear the little pawsteps, one two three,
And the Dibbun shouting, ‘Can’t catch me!’
What’s for dinner, dumplin’ an’ pie,
Nice an’ hot for you an’ I,
If you don’t come down those stairs,
Guess who’ll eat it, two fat hares!

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Poem by Boorab (p. 160)

I beg you listen to my verse, Ode to a damson plum pud,
‘Tis not much better than it’s worse, in fact it’s jolly good!
Oh queen of puddens as ever was born, a gentle ottermum named Filorn,
Has made to grace our scoff this night, by steamin’ pot an’ oven light,
A pudden to tempt the hungriest tum,
Full of flour an’ honey an’ nuts an’ all sorts of gorgeous scrumptious an’
-absolutely spiffin’ ingredients from the kitchens where she’s worked like a
-blinkin’ madbeast all day long… an’ of course from damson and plum!
Pass me a plate, an’ I’ll say it’s great!
Bung me a dish, an’ I’ll say what you wish!
Slide me a basin, with lots of space in!
Sling me a bowl, as deep as a hole!
Chuck me a pail, an’ I won’t wail!
As long as it’s full of what does a chap good,
Heroic hare-sized portions, of damson an’ plum pud!

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Sung by Nimbalo (p. 173)

I’m the fiercest mouse livin’ in all the wide land,
Me fur is so fine an’ me muscles are grand,
If I ever meet with some ole vermin band,
I give all the rogues a good towsin’!

For although I’m real savage, me temper I’ll bide,
But beware of me dander, ye’d best step aside,
Or you’ll find out why so many blaggards’ve died,
Givin’ lip to Nimbalo the Slayer!

When I meet a bad crew all the warriors do hide,
‘Cos me fame goes afore me both fare an’ both wide,
But to mothers an’ young ‘uns I bow with great pride,
That’s the way o’ Nimbalo the Slayer!

So take care when you see this mouse passin’ by,
I can knock ye out flat with the wink of me eye,
You just ask any mousemaid, she’ll blush an’ she’ll sigh,
He’s a hero, Nimbalo the Slayer!

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Read by Brother Hoben (p. 191)

‘Twas I slew the Scourge in days of old,
Then I was one, but now we are two.
We who are dumb, yet sound so bold,
Day and night to order you.
We are those who announce a feast,
Or victories of the brave-hearted.
We are those whose solemn farewell,
Mark sadely a loved one departed.
On our oak see knowledge unfold,
We never speak ‘til we’re told?
We never speak ‘til we’re told?

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Sung by Grandpa Drogg (p. 195-196)

We never have to comb our spikes,
Because they won’t lie flat,
An’ that is why you’ll never see,
A hedgehog wear a hat.

I’ve seen some hares wear helmets,
And bees in bonnets too,
While molemaids favor mob caps,
All stitched with bluebells blue.

But hedgehogs don’t wear headgear,
An’ that’s my sad refrain,
Poor hedgehogs get as wet as frogs,
When left out in the rain!

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Recited by Sister Alkanet and acted out by Durby, Feegle, and Wegg
 (p. 196-197)
‘Tis often said by otherbeasts,
And trust my word ‘tis so,
There are certain manners,
Which Abbeybabes should know!

All Dibbuns must behave themselves,
From break of dawn ‘til night,
Tug their ears, touch their spikes,
In general, be polite.

Bid all their elders time of day,
Don’t interrupt…My word!
Our rule is Dibbuns may be seen,
But very seldom heard.
One must wash one’s paws and face,
Before one ventures out,
And up one’s sleeve a kerchief keep,
With which to wipe one’s snout.

Never sup soup noisily,
Say please and thanks when able,
Remember to excuse oneself,
Before one leaves the table.

If Dibbuns heed these golden rules,
They grow up good and true,
Early to bed, straight to sleep,
And don’t hide when bathtime’s due…Thank you!

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Sung by Boorab (p. 197-198)

‘Twas winter one summer an’ spring was in bloom,
The turnips were twittering gaily
As I cleaned out my humble room,
Three times I do it, twice daily!
When a mole flew in by my window,
He bid me good night and day too.
His eyes were yellow, his nose was green and his tail was pinkyblue.
That mole gave me a very odd stare,
Which I put in me pocket for later,
He then asked me if I was a hare,
Or a rascally impersonator?
I replied to him, in accent grim,
‘Good sir, I’m not a him not a her,
I’m a him that’s a hare not a her that’s a him,
And the least is as large as the greater!’
‘If you’re a hare that’s a him,’ he quoth,
As he left my room with a leap,
‘When I return this leap, you’ll be,
Not a hare or a him, but a-sleep!

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Sung by Nimbalo (p. 204)

When the corn is so heavy it bends on the stalk,
See the berries are purple with bloom,
And the wild oats do rustle as if they could talk,
There I watch for the gold harvest moon.

Then if you will help me friend,
Stay here oh do not roam,
And we’ll sit by the fire,
In my harvest mouse home.

There’ll be lots of good food when the work is all done,
And a barrel of old barley beer,
Mellow cheese and fresh bread for everyone,
While the babes sleep in peace without fear.

We’ll gather the fruit,
And the sweet honeycomb,
And some wood for the fire,
Of my harvest mouse home.

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Read by Mhera (p. 233-234)

White campion rooted from its bed,
Will cure the pains of aching head,
For one who can’t sleep easily,
Then use valerian…sparingly.
If ague and fever hang about,
Wild angelica hounds them out.
For wounds of sword and spear or arrow,
The plant to heal them all is yarrow,
Placed o’er the scars where cuts have been,
Dock and sanicle keep all clean.
Use waterparsnip and whitlow grass,
On warts and swellings, they’ll soon pass.
Just drive them out with wintergreen,
And oft the wise ones do report,
Keep them at bay with pepperwort,
Whilst maidens full of health and cheer,
Dab sweet woodruff behind each ear!

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Sung by Redwallers (p. 244)

Hail both the winners,
Who raced ‘round our wall,
On a summer solstice eve,
The longest day of all.
Valiant and fleet of paw,
Tributes they’ll receive,
Lord and Lady victors,
On this midummer’s eve!

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Sung by hedgehogs (p. 270-271)

Off down the streams away we go,
Where we’ll land up I don’t know,
With good ole grub an’ lots o’ drink,
We’ll sail along until we sink.
Sink! Sink! Sink!
We’re Dillypins an’ we don’t care,
As long as sky an’ wind is fair,
An’ when we spot the foe we say,
Yore just a good stonethrow away.
Way! Way! Way!
Weigh anchor mates we’re outward bound,
But we’ll be back next time around,
O’er swirlin’ stream an’ rushin’ foam,
To eat you out o’house an’ home.
Home! Home! Home!

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Recited by Nimbalo (p. 297-298)

I’m Nimbalo the Slayer, haha hoho,
A strange ole name ye may say,
So I’ll tell ye how I won me title,
Long ago, on a fine summer day.
I was the son of a mighty King,
Me an’ two hundred others,
Half of them was sisters of course,
But the other two halves was brothers.
We was out on a picnic one evenin’,
In a forest all dark’n’thick,
Some picked ants out the pudden,
While I just picked on a nick.
Suddenly we was under attack,
By ten thousand vermin, ‘twas bad,
Some began shoutin’ for ‘elp an’ aid,
An’ others for Mum an’ Dad!
There was willful weasels, rotten rats,
Fat foxes, fierce ferrets an’ stoats,
With swords an’ knives, to take our lives,
An’ one had a spear in ‘is coat!
When this I did spy, ‘Hoho,’ sez I,
‘It looks like you scum wanna fight?’
So I slew a score wid my left paw,
An’ another twelve with me right.
‘That mouse is a slayer,’ their leader cried,
‘But by me spear he’ll die!’
So I knocked that rat flat,
With a swipe of me hat,
An’ the crust off a dead apple pie.
Then takin’ a sword, his whiskers I cropped,
All the while he was shoutin’ out ‘Save me!’
But in the din ‘twas hard to hear,
I thought he was shoutin’ out ‘Shave me!’
Those villains dashed off in a panic,
‘Cos they saw I was in a bad mood,
‘Go boil yore bottoms,’ I shouted,
(an’ other things far more rude).
That’s why me name’s Nimbalo,
An’ I’m a Slayer bold,
I’ll fight the good fight,
From morn until night,
But not if me supper gets cold!

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Sung by the Dillypin tribe and Nimbalo (p. 304)

Rum chakka chum chakka chum chakka choo!
I’m a Dillypin who are you?
Choo chakka choo chakka choo chakka chah!
River’ogs is wot we are.

Tap y’paws tap y’spikes tap y’snout an’turn,
Bow to y’partner like a swayin’ fern,
‘Round an’ ‘round now, tap that paw,
Who’s that knockin’ on my door?

Rap chakka chap chakka chap chakka chin!
Ho ‘tis you, well come on in.
Chin chakka bin chakka bin chakka choo!
I can dance as good as you.

Clap y’paws, shake y’spikes, touch snouts with me,
Sail down the river right to the sea,
Wot’ll we find there wild an’ free,
Golden sands an’ silv’ry sea.

Whoom chakka boom chakka boom chakka—whoa!
Hold on tight an’ away we—goooooooo!

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Sung by Tingle (p. 305)

Old places I traveled long seasons ago,
Kind faces of friends I have seen,
What’s ‘round the riverbend, dear I don’t know,
‘Tis a land where my heart’s never been.

Will I sit in the shade of tall willows above,
If I gaze in the stream may I see,
There standing beside, the one that I love,
Or all sad and alone must I be?

The tears I have shed here are mingled and gone,
Through waters which flow without end,
And I must drift, ever seeking that one,
Waiting there ‘round some far riverbend.

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Sung by Filorn (p. 329)

Bells o’er the woodland
Sound sweet and so clear,
They peal across meadows and streams.
Small birds sing along,
Hear their echoing song,
Whilst bees hum about their small dreams.
So slumber on, little one,
Safe here with me,
All in the warm afternoon.
When the long day is done
And deep night’s shade is come
I will bring you the stars and the moon!

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Recited by Nimbalo (p. 331-332)

There’s many’s the patch that I ain’t trod,
Nor ever been before there,
An’ yet it seems as close to me,
As some ole coat I’ve wore, sir.
Some streams’n’rivers, rocks’n’fields,
That I have come upon, sir,
I’m seein’ them for my first time,
Yet I knows every one there.
Now was I here ten seasons back,
Did I sit ‘neath that tree there,
An’ if I pass this way again,
Then will I meet meself, sir?

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Sung by Filorn (p. 360)

Mountains rivers valleys seas,
Whose little paws are these, are these?
Meados, woodlands fields and shores,
These little paws are yours, are yours!
If you don’t give me a kiss,
I will tickle paws like this!

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Sung by Nimbalo (p. 366)

There was one time me’n’my mate,
We clearly met our fate,
One dark night, midst a storm,
Just to keep us dry an’ warm,
We found a cave an’ a cheer we gave,
We rushed in straightaway,
‘Twas full of snakes, for goodness’ sakes,
All silvery black an’ grey,
There was big snakes, small snakes,
Every one was wide awake,
Wrigglin’ an’ a-hissin’ there,
Tongues a-flickerin’, tails a-snickerin’,
Enough t’curl yore blinkin’ hair.
One bit me so I bit it back,
An’ my mate gave one such a whack!
We fought the serpents tooth’n’claw,
For every one we slayed there was a dozen more.
An’ in the space of two short ticks,
We grabbed those snakes, me’n’my chum,
An’ knitted them up into an apron for him mum,
Chuck one, hurl one, knit one, purl one,
We never went there again,
Don’t try to sleep, where the snakes are tummy deep,
Take a snooze out in the rain!

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Grace as said by Brother Hoben (379-380)

Seasons of plenty at Redwall,
Yield their bounty to us all,
From the good earths’ fertile soil,
We who bent our backs in toil,
Reaped Mother Nature’s rich reward,
To bring unto this festive board,
This food which we have labored for,
What honest beast could ask for more,
Save that kind seasons never cease,
And hope to live long lives in peace!

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Sung by Boorab (p. 383-384)

Well I have to sing of a day in spring,
When I kissed me wife an’ daughter,
Then marched away to join the fray,
At the Battle of the Boiling Water.
With a tear in me eye and an apple pie,
I roared the jolly chorus,
As the drums did roll for the Long Patrol,
We conquered all before us!

There was Colonel Stiff an’ Sergeant Biff,
Who had a wooden leg sah,
And in the lead, oh yes indeed,
Stood Lady Rose Eyes Cregga,
There was Corporal Black, the big lancejack,
An’ meself a half ear shorter,
An’ a small fat cook with a dirty look,
At the Battle of the Boiling Water!

So we ate our scoff an’ the war kicked off,
‘Twas a day of fearsome slaughter,
An’ a skinny rat shot off me hat,
At the Battle of the Boiling Water.
Then the good old sarge just yelled out ‘Charge!’
Ten thousand vermin scattered,
While the puddens flew ‘til the air turned blue,
All steamed an’ fried an’ battered!

Well, I knocked the socks off a fluffy fox,
An’ walloped a weasel wildly,
I snaffled the coat off a sniffilin’ stoat,
An’ flattened a ferret finely.
We whacked an’ thumped an’ kicked an’ jumped,
We showed the foe no quarter.
‘Til they ran away an’ we won the day,
At the Battle of the Boiling Water!

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Passage on Cregga’s tombstone (p. 396)

Sleep softly on, Beloved One,
Take with you all our dreams,
To rest in noontide valleys,
Beside old silent streams.
Cregga Rose Eyes, Warrior Badger of
Salamandastron mountain
and Badgermum of Redwall Abbey for
countless seasons.

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Sung by Dibbuns (p. 402)

Don’t trus’ us likkle rogues on walltops,
It be sad when a pore ole Dibbun flls,
Fall on yore ‘ead an’ die, then you start t’cry,
That’s wot ‘appen to likkle ones on walls!

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Sung by otters (p. 405)

When will you return to me darlin’, are you homeward bound?
See the golden sun a-smilin’, warmin’ up the ground,
Here I stand an’ wait me beauty, though ‘tis gettin’ late,
Listenin’ for the weary paws, a-marchin’ to my gate.

What if the sky goes dark! Well, I’ll light for you a lamp!
So I’ll see you comin’ dear.  Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

Is that a dusty cloud arisin’, out across the plain?
Is that me bonny rover now, come back to me again?
O Grandma turn the blankets down, an’ put the kettle on,
I’ve sung him home, no more to roam, my only one.

What if the sky goes dark! Well I’ll light for you a lamp!
So I’ll see you comin’ dear.  Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!

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Sung by Fwirl and Mhera (p. 421)

There’s a hegehog who lives down the lane,
And I’m longing to see him again, once again,
I wait by the old log, for that handsome young hog,
Through the cold stormy wind, and the drizzle and fog,
But his mama won’t let him come out, him come out,
I can hear every shout from her snout, what a snout,
‘Don’t you raise a paw, to go out of that door,
Go and tidy your room,’ I can hear his ma roar.
Through the window I see his dear face, oh dear face,
By that window a ladder I’ll place, I will place,
Then just wait and see, he’ll climb down here to me,
We’ll go strolling together, how happy we’ll be.
So I crept to the window that night, cruel dark night,
I was standing the ladder upright, what a fright!
When his mama rushed out, crying, ‘O lackaday,
That naughty young Spike has gone running away!’
So I sit here and weep for my hog, faithless hog,
‘Cos they say he’s run off with a frog, with a frog?
Take a maiden’s advice, if you want to look nice,
Just turn yellow and hop once or twice!