Redwall Poems

From the beginning of Chapter 1:

"Amid the deep white winter snow,
Sleeps Mossflow'r until spring,
While snug in Cavern Hole below,
All Redwall's creatures sing.
Old autumn gave us plenty,
Our harvest did not fail,
No plate or jug is empty,
There's good October ale."

Rose's Songs (in the order they appear in the book):

"See the roving river run
Over hill and dale
To a secret forest place,
O my heart, Noonvale.
Look for me at dawning
When the sun's reborn
In the silent beauty
Twixt the night and morn.
Wait till the lark ascends
And skies are blue.
There where the rainbow ends
I will meet you."

thank-you to Polleekin:
"Goodbye, my friend, and thank you, thank you, thank you,
It makes me sad to leave you upon this summer day.
Don't shed a tear or cry now. Goodbye now, goodbye now.
I'm sure I'll see you somehow, if I pass by this way,
For the seasons don't foretell
Who must stay or say farewell,
And I must find out what lies beyond this place.
But I know deep in my heart
We are never far apart
While I have mem'ry of your smiling face.
Goodbye, my friend, and thank you, thank you, thank you,
Your kindness guides me ever as I go on my way."

song to the bees:
"You will find me at Noonvale on the side of a hill
When the summer is peaceful and high,
There where streamlets meander the valley is still,
'Neath the blue of a calm cloudless sky.
Look for me at dawning when the earth is asleep.
Till each dewdrop is kissed by the day,
'Neath the rowan and alder a vigil I'll keep,
Every moment that you are away.
The old earth gently turns as the seasons change slowly.
All the flowers and leaves born to wane.
Hear my song o'er the lea, like the wind soft and lowly.
Oh, please come back to Noonvale again."

"O happy is as happy does,
Misery never useful was,
And I am happy now because
I'm with the ones I love.
Sing fol lol loh a lairy lay,
Let the sun shine bright all day,
So I'll go happy on my way
With the good ones that I love.
O fie on you, O great disgrace,
Look at that sad unhappy face,
I'll not walk with you, not one pace,
You're not the one I love.
Sing dumble dum and derry dee,
You'll have to smile to come with me,
Till happiness doth let you see
You're the one that I love!"

Escape Plans:

Keyla: "I know a mouse called Martin,
And a young un who's named Brome,
Captured by some vermin scouts
As he strayed from his home.
So if you're out there list'ning,
I'll pause awhile and wait,
For I've been singing half the night
On this side of the gate."

Rose: "My name is Rose of Noonvale,
The tribe of Urran Voh,
My only brother is called Brome,
And Martin's name I know.
We're here so we can help them,
So please, friend, tell to me
What we can do to aid those two
And try to set them free!"

Keyla: "A vermin guard approaches.
Quick, get yourselves from sight.
I'll try to get back to you
This time tomorrow night!"

Keyla's "Otter Charm":

"O spirit of the seasons
Who rules the land and sea,
From crabby claws and runny snouts,
Good spirit, keep us free.
From tummy ache, soretail and sniffs,
From grunge and whisker cramp,
From wobbly paws, and flurgy twinj,
O keep all in this camp."

Brome's Directions:

"In the middle of the gate set your faces.
Oh, I'm dyin' of the fever!
Walk to the south about twenty paces.
It's a terrible thing this fever!
There are three of us in this awful pit.
The fever, the fever!
As deep as three mice and a bit.
I'm goin' to die of fever!
We need the claws of a good old chum.
The fever, the fever!
I know that you can do it, Grumm,
Don't let me die of fever!

Grumm's Good Fortune Charm:

"Luck to oi an' every mole,
As ever went to dig an 'ole.
Tunnel gudd for all oi'm wurth.
Mole be best when diggen urth."

Rambling Rosehip Players Song:

"Oh, we're the Ramblig Rosehip Players,
And we please both old and young,
O'er field serene and forest green
Our praises have been sung.
We're the Rambling Rosehip Players,
And we'll take on any part,
Bring a tear to your eye to make you cry
Or joy to the saddest heart.
Though the road be tough and the patch run rough
And weather be cold or grey,
With a smile and a song we'll travel along
On our Rambling Rosehip way. Hey!"

Brome's Riddle Song:

Bobble O Bobble O Bobble O,
If you know, tell me where I do grow.
High above the lowly earth,
And yet I flourish for all I'm worth.
Bobble O Bobble O Bobble O,
Tell me now if you think you know.
I hang between the earth and sky,
Green or brown as the seasons pass by.
As around me all the birds do fly,
And just before winter away go I.
Bobble O Bobble O Bobble O-ohhhh,
Tell me true, I'd like you to try!

Do you know the answer? _ _ _ _

Songs to the Squidjees:

Pallum: "Go to sleep, you filthy bunch.
I'd love to lay you all out with a punch.
How'd you win a mother's heart
With a squiggly trunk like an eel's back part?
Is that awful smell the reason?
You haven't been washed all season.
So go to sleep in your scruffy beds.
May nightmares enter your beastly heads,
And when sunlight heralds the new daybreak
May you wake with a tummy ache."

Grumm: "You'm a dreadful 'orrible crew
An' oi wuddent give to you
Supper nor dinner, brekfis' nor tea,
Oi'd spank the dayloights out of 'ee.
An' oi'd make 'ee wash ten toimes each day.
'Til you'm bad manners wurr scrubbed away."

Polleekin's Directions:

"Follow your frontshadow, do not stop
Till you reach the one with dead three top.
See the twin paths, beware of one
Sweet as the spreading atop of a scone.
Camp close by night, watch out by day
For the three-eyed one who bars the way.
More you will not learn until
Meeting the warden of Mashwood Hill."

Ballaw to Clogg:

"When's a stoat not a stoat?
When he wears clogs an' a velvet coat!
When's a stoat an old seadog?
When he's whiskery friskery attery biskery Cap'n Tramun Clogg!"

The Rambling Rosehip Players' Show:

Rowanoak: "From the deepest darkest dungeons,
'Neath the mountains of the moon,
Comes the dreadful dagger of death,
To bring a creature to sad doom!"

Celandine: "No no, no no! Not I, Not I.
One so young and pretty as me
Is far too fair to die!"

Ballaw: "See how sharp an' murderous is me blade.
Who would like to see me kill the maid?

Badrang: "Run her through, rabbit, and be done with it!"

Ballaw: "Badrang, your name is feared throughout the land.
My Lord, I kill this maid at your command!"

Celandine: "Aaaaiiiieeeeeee!"

Ballaw: "Alas no more I'll laugh or sing.
I've murdered her, the pretty little thing!"

Celandine: "No more I'll see the dawning o'er the trees,
Nor see the golden sunlight in the sky,
The seasons change, the birds, the flow'rs, the bees.
Alack a day, poor me who has to die!"

Buckler: "Coom on, miz, daunt 'ee make a banquet o' it. 'Urry oup an' die!"

Ballaw: "Here lies a young maid who's been killed.
With my own paw I thrust the knife.
Without a drop of her blood spilled.
See, I bring her back to life.
Hocus pocus dumbeldum dreary, wackalup one two three four five,
Gawrum pawrum cockalorum, maid rise up and come alive!"

Celandine: "Where am I? I must have fallen asleep!"

Ballaw: "More tricks, you say? Attend me here,
My magic is no trick.
Yon fox, I'll make him disappear,
With a wave of my magic stick!
Now then, young fellah, you cunning fox,
How'd you like to disappear?
Just place yourself inside yon box,
And like a flash you're out of here!"

Felldoh: "What? Vanish me, sir Tibbar, no,
To what strange place would I then go?
Under the sea, or maybe up there,
To regions of the nether air.
I pray you, sir, please let me be.
Magic Tibbar, don't vanish me!"

Everybeast: "Where's the best place for the fox?
Locked up tight inside the box!"

Trefoil: "O pity, gentle creatures, lack a day.
Don't leave a poor fox here all locked away!"

Kastern and Celandine: "Who will lock the fox up tight?
Who will bind the box up right?"

Ballaw: "Lashed stoutly by good seafaring beasts,
By honest soldiers locked firm,
No creature could possibly get out of there.
Not even the smallest worm.
Now you vanish, unfortunate one.
A wave of my wand and you are gone.
Others may search and seek in vain,
But you will never be seen again!
Ongum bongum wollagum woe,
Vanish, disappear, dematerialize. Go!"

The Mirdops' Grace:

"For all we receive for tea,
Thanks to the seasons be.
Partake we sparingly
Of this good meal."

Grumm's Party Piece:

"Naow Granfer were a pow'ful mole.
Scratch a tunnel dig an 'ole,
The moightiest eater, so oi'm tole,
In all of all 'ee wuddlands.
You'm should've seen him eaten cake.
Granmum said, fer gudness sake,
Oi'll start 'ee oven up to bake
An' twelveteen cakes oi'll make.
If Granfer ate wun, him ate two,
Ho dearie me, oi'm tellen you,
Him ate those twelveteen cakes roight throo,
Then went asleep till zummer.
An' when 'ee zummer sun did break,
My ole granfer came awake,
The gudd ole beast drinked all 'ee lake
An' left 'ee fishes sobbin'.
Him'n story as oi've toald to you,
Oi swears as every wurd be troo,
Iffen you'm think oi tole fibs to you,
Then go an' arsk 'ee fishes!"

Pallum's Hedgehog Song:

"Oh, the hedgehog is a fine old beast,
All covered o'er with needles,
Not smooth, oh no, like some I know,
Eels an' fish an' beetles.
Some creatures calls us hedgepigs,
An' others says hedgedogs,
But I do know that frogs is frogs,
An' hedgehogs is hedge hogs!"

Song at the Victory Feast, led by Hoopoe:

"Hey, give me cake and bring me ale,
And pudding ripe with plums,
Some cider, dear, so cool and clear,
To swill round teeth and gums,
Some round and golden mellow cheese,
And light brown nutbread, if you please,
With honey made by happy bees,
And I will be contented.
O fie the creature with long face
Who nibbles small and can't keep pace
With tartlets filled full berryfruit
And yellow meadowcream to boot,
Or soup with pepper and hotroot,
And burdock ale to quench it.
Oh, eat up, neighbour, drink up friend,
May good fortune have no end.
Success to all that you intend,
And leave the pots till morning!"

Ballaw's Marching Song:

"All the ladies smile at me, lookit there, lookit there,
He's a fine dashin' figure of a hare, of a hare.
He'd fight off a horde alone, he's a warrior to the bone.
Feed him plenty an' you'll never have a care, have a care!"

Otter Song:

"Oh, the Broadstream comes from who knows where,
It flows to who knows whither,
And I sail with it here an' there,
Wand'rin' yon an' hither.
The palce of waters is my home,
For I'm a fearless rover.
Through calm an' storm I'm bound to roam,
Until my days are over.
Roll, roll and flow, and let the seasons gooooooooo."

Noonvale Grace:

"Good food, good friends and peace for ever in this place!"
"May the seasons always be kind to Noonvale!"

Turnip 'n' Tater 'n' Beetroot Pie Song:

"Give 'ee, give you, give them'n give oi,
Turnip 'n' tater 'n' beetroot poi,
Gurt platters each morn, an' more at 'ee noight,
Fill oi a bowlful, et tasters jus' roight.
An' iffen 'ee infant wakes, starten to croi,
Feed 'im turnip 'n' tater 'n' beetroot poi.
Et's gudd furr 'ee stummick, et's good furr 'ee jaws,
Makes 'em grow oop wi' big strong diggen claws.
Nought gives us molers more pleasure 'n' joy
Than turnip 'n' tater 'n' beetroot poi!"

Clogg's Song:

"I'm arf a stoat an' arf a mole,
An' I'll bury youse all in a nice deep 'ole,
Down, down where it's still an' cold,
An' y'never live to get old!"