Arrseonia - Battle Song Required - war with MODS advocated

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  1. Nation States MODS that is.

    We need a calling card to leave with other Regions. A battle song along arrse lines would be good, something like:

    Lo there do I see Lairdxland,

    Lo there do I see Iron Handbag, Sluiceland and Scaryspicedom.

    Lo there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.

    Lo, they do call me. They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Arrseonia.

    Where the brave may live forever.


    If enough of us cut and paste we could visit, say, 20 or so Regions each and stick it on each of their bulletin boards before the mods got onto us. A mass telegram campaign would be worth trying at the same time. The saddoes would be whinging on the forums for weeks afterwards.

    And we would all probably be deleted for spamming - which would be a shame :twisted:
     
  2. Now thats funny!
    Might add the "Be afraid" thingy to that, just as a personal attachment.
     
  3. Let's do it, NS is getting arrse anyway. :twisted:
     
  4. Yep - dare I suggest a (very) quick list of suggested 'ARRSEspams'?

    Here's mine:

    "A is for Agression - we need it like blood
    R is for Revenge - we prefer it served cold;
    R is for Retaliation - we nip our enemies in the bud,
    S is for Swift and Sure - and most definitely bold
    And E is for Excellent - the World's Premier Fighting Machine;
    Arrseonia Rules - the best invaders you've seen!"

    I'll get my own coat, thanks...
     
  5. (to the tune of Men of Harlech)

    Men of Arrseland far and near,
    Would you drink your weight in beer,
    Can you sense the foemens' fear,
    Kick their fcuking cnuts!

    (to the tune of Deutschland Uber Alles)

    Arrseland, Arrseland we're the be-st
    Better than the fcuking rest,
    We will always know no fear
    All we need is lots of beer
    From the NAAFI to the gutter
    Fighting is our bread and butter
    Arrseland, Arrseland we're the be-st
    Better than the fcuking rest!

    (to the tune of Onward Christian Soldiers)

    Onward Arrseland soldiers
    Marching to the bar
    Over the hills yonder
    We don't care how far
    Fortified with alcohol, smite our weaking foe!
    Forward into battle, see our banners go!

    Onward Arrseland soldiers
    Marching to the bar
    Over the hills yonder
    We don't care how far
     
  6. Yep - that beats my feeble effort into a cocked hat - I'll give this about another hour or so and then we'll choose!

    Or we could just crack on now and pick whatever tunes take our fancy and see how many other forums we can spam between now and lunchtime tomorrow? :D
     
  7. Go tell the Arrsers, stranger passing by;
    That here, obedient to their laws, we lie
     
  8. What about

    O Flower of Arrseonia,
    When will we see
    Your like again,
    That fought and died for,
    RUD, AI and Ye old Enger-lend,
    And stood against him,
    The moderators Army,
    And sent him homeward,
    Tae think again.

    The boards are bare now,
    And Lairdxland
    lies thick and still,
    O'er land that is lost now,
    Which AI so dearly held,
    That stood against him,
    The moderators Army,
    And sent him homeward,
    Tae think again.

    Those days are past now,
    And in the past
    they must remain,
    But we can still rise now,
    And be proud Arrseonia again,
    That stood against him,
    The moderators Army,
    And sent him homeward,
    Tae think again.
     
  9. One for the matelots:

    Come cheer up my Arrses, 'tis to glory we steer,
    To add something more to this wonderful year.
    To honour we call you, as freemen, not slaves,
    For who are so free as the sons of the waves?

    Arrses of oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men,
    We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady,
    We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again!

    We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay,
    They never see us but they wish us away.
    If they run, why, we follow and run them ashore,
    For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more.

    They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes;
    They frighten women, children, and beaus,
    But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er,
    Arrselanders they'll find to receive them on shore.

    We'll still make them fear, and we'll still make them flee,
    And drub 'em on shore as we've drubb'd 'em at sea,
    Then cheer up my lads, with one hear let us sing,
    Our Soldiers, our Sailors, our Statesmen, our King.

    We'll still make 'em run, and we'll still make 'em sweat,
    In spite of the Devil and Brussels Gazette,
    Then cheer up my lads, with one heart let us sing,
    Our Soldiers, our Sailors, our Statesmen, our King.
     
  10. I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
    I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
    May this fair dear land we love so well
    In dignity and freedom dwell.
    Though worlds may change and go awry
    While there is still one voice to cry - - -

    There'll always be an Arrseland
    While there's a country lane,
    Wherever there's a cottage small
    Beside a field of grain.
    There'll always be an Arrseland
    While there's a busy street,
    Wherever there's a turning wheel,
    A million marching feet.

    Pink, brown and green; oh what does it mean?
    Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
    "Arrses, awake!"
    The empire too, we can depend on you.
    Freedom remains. These are the chains
    Nothing can break.

    There'll always be an Arrseland,
    And Arrseland shall be free
    If Arrseland means as much to you
    As Arrseland means to me.
     

  11. :lol: :lol: :lol: Love it!!!

    Decision made? Is this NOW to be the plan?
     
  12. One for the magnificent men in their flying machines:

    Sung to the Dambusters' March:

    Arrse - Arrse Arrse - Arrse Arrse Arrse Arrse Arrse,
    Arrse - Arrse Arrse - Arrse Arrse Arrse Arrse Arsse,
    Arrse Arrse Arrse - Arrse Arrse - Arrse Arrse
    Arrse Arrse Arrse - Arrse Arrse Arrse - Arrse

    (repeat until throat is hoarse, preferably whilst imitating a Lancaster bomber with arms stretched out)
     
  13. Terry Pratchet's Dwarven "Gold" song - spot the subtle change to the lyrics:


    arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,arrse, arrse, arrse,arrse,(repeat to fade...)
     
  14. (to the tune of The Son of God Goes Forth to War)

    Noble lairdx he went to war
    A kingly crown to gain
    He is bright and strong and smiling
    And not entirely sane
    Who best can drink his whisky so,
    Triumphant over pain,
    Who patient bears his arrse aglow,
    He follows in His train.

    He martyrd first, Those feeble mongs
    deserving of the grave;
    Who saw King Lairdx in the sky,
    And called on Him to save.
    Like Him, with insults on His tongue,
    In midst of mortal pain,
    He vanquised them that did the wrong:
    Who follows in His train?