The young must grow old,
Whilst old ones gow older,
And cowards will shrink,
As the bold grow bolder.
Courage may blosson in quiet hearts,
For who ca tell where bravery starts?
Truth is a song, oft lying unsung,
Some mother bird, protecting her young,
Those who lay down their lives for friends,
The exho rolls onward, it seldom ends.
Who never turned and ran, but stayed?
This is a warrior born, not made!
Living in peace, aye many a season,
Calm in life and sound in reason,
'Til evil arrives, a wicked horde,
Driving a warrio to pick up his sword,
The challenger rings then, straight and fair,
Justice is with us, beware. Beware!
You lark on high
O minstrel of the sky,
Sing out! Sing out!
Now you sing joyously,
To mother Nature and her earth,
This is the golden summer's birth,
A wondroous sight to see!
Hail, fine tall trees.
Your leaves dance onthe breeze,
Rejoyce! Rejoyce!
And sway so gracefully,
You'll feel your blossom soon give way,
To repened fruit some sunny day,
Oh please save some for me!
Sing out! Rejoyce!
Let all who have a voice,
Call out so sweet and happily,
O'er woodland vale and grassy lea,
Good day my friend to thee!
    sung by Trimp the roving hedgehog

May good fortune neever cease,
Were we build and till the sail,
Mother Nature grant us peace,
And reward us for out tail.

Summer's come now life is sweet,
Food is here for one and all,
In good friend ship let us eat,
As on e family at Redwall.
    sung by Abbess Germaine

Away O! Away O!
Haul hard an' take her out,
I'll tell ye of the Greenhawk,
An' her capin, ole Chopsnout.
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs an' heave ho!

Ole Reynard Chopsnout was a gox,
A bad corsair to boot,
Who ran his vessel on some rocks,
While searchin'round for loot.
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs 'an heave ho!

So to the northlands he did steer,
The Greenhawk to repair,
A warrior who knew no fear,
Named Like was living' there,
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs an heave ho!

That corsair came with all his horde,
I'll tell ye mates 'tis true,
Brave Luke took up his battle sward, an' that bad fox he slew.
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs an' heave ho!

Then luke called up his gallant crew,
And Greenhawk did repair,
He changed her name to Sanya too,
Which sounded good and fair.
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs an' heave ho!.

So Like the Warrior sailed away,
He left the northern shore,
He swore an oath that one fine day.
He'd come back home once more.
Away O! Away O! Now bend yore backs an' heave ho!
    sung by trimp

I'm bound to sing this sone,
Though I shouldn't really ought,
I'm Queen of all these otters yet,
They call me Queen of Nort?
Yes Queen of Nort!
My goodness who'd have thought,
One day I'd be majesty,
Or something of that sor,
But all the otters I see,
Must bow and wave their tails to me,
Whilst I just nod back graciously,
I'm Queen of Nort!
Good Queen of Nort,
My northern otter tribe,
Live all along the riverbanks,
And beat their foes with tails lik planks,
I rule them wisely and give them thanks,
I'm Queen of Nort!
There's nought I'd rather be,
I say to myself constantly,
You Majesty is really me,
And don't liik like royalty,
I'm Quee-ee-ee-ee-heeeeen of Nort!
N. . .P. . .R. . .T, may I rule long and graciosly!
    sung by Queen Garraway

"Tales in the Stream"
Tails in the stream mates, tails in the strem,
No time t'sit around the band an' dream,
Is it a pike perch roach or a bream?
No, 'tis an otter with his tail in the stream!
Whupperboo makes whupperyhoo,
Clouds are white an' the sky is blue,
Rap with y'rail an' stamp that paw,
Bow to y'partner an' around once more.
Bread'n'honey'n'cakes'n'cream,
Supper's in the oven an' tails in the stream!
    sung by Gnoff

Ho doodlum roodlum wurdilum day,
All on ee broight zummer mornin'!
Bold Doogul mole were gurtly rave,
As oi wurr told boi moi muther,
Fuu maidens boi the score ee'd save,
Loik chesknutts wun arfter anuther,
Each morn ee rode owt from 'is abode,
A-mounted on a milky whoit toad,
Surchin' ee danjeruss forestroad,
A-;ukkin' furr ee maidens.

Ho doodlum roodlum wrrd ilum day,
All on ee broight zummer mornin'!
Eespied a gurt fat mole woif thurr,
An' doffed 'is 'at to 'er proudly,
Which froikkened ee molewoif out'n'er wits.
She'm started to wail roight loudy,
Ee shavved 'er up onna back of 'is toad,
An' troid t'ride off down ee road,
But two fat moles was an' evvey load,
An' ee toad wurr cushed loik a beekle.

Ho doodlum roodlum wrrdilum day,
All on ee broight zummer mornin'
then opp crumm ee gudd an' stoutly mole,
Ee croid, "Woe thurr bless moi loif,
Thurr be twovillguns tryin' to steal,
Moi dear ole fatty gurt woif!"
So pllin' owt a knotty ash clup,
Bowth toadan' Doogulee did drub,
Ee gave 'em black'n'bloo lumps t'rub,
An' 'is woif gam 'im cabbage furr supper.
sung by Dinny the mole

Hoooooo rum tum toe, follah diddledoh,
Me boots are full of water,
An' the bread won't rise,
So I'm scoffin' apple pies,
An' swigging' good durk porter.

Hooooooo bless my fur, an' yo sit over there,
There's honney cack an' salad, an' you've gor no choice,
But t'listen to my voice,
As I sing you this ballad!

Hoooooooo you sit there, an' I'll sit here,
An' I won't here yore ballad,
But I'll scoff yore puie,
An' I'll look ye in the eye
With me ears stuffed full o'salad!
    sung by Gnoff

The stream flows by and time rolls by,
Now daytime flies so close to those eyes,
It's been a long day litle one, little one.
Small birds now slumber in the rest,
And fishes in their stream,
Know night has come to send us rest,
And give to all a wondrous dream,
All night hours go, so soft and low,
The lazy stream runs calm and slow,
It's been a long day little one, little one.
Our weary world is waiting soon,
Bright stars will pierce the skiy,
As silent as the golden moon,
That shades her light on you and I,
And when the darkness drifts away,
Some lark up high will sing and say,
O welcome to are new born day, my little one.
    sung by Logalog

"The festive fight