Beginning of Book

        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.

 

Sung by Rose

        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.

 

Coded song sung by 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.

Reply to the coded song

        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,

        Go please, friend, tell to me

        What we can do to aid those two

        And try to set them free!

Reply to the response

        A vermin guard approaches.

        Quick, get yourselves from sight.

        I'll try to get back to you

        This time tomorrow night!

Charm sung by Keyla

        O spirit of the seasons

        Who rules by 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.

Song sung by Brome to tell Rose a message

        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 Rambling 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 Payers,

        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!

The Bobble O 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!

Pallum's song to the Squidjees

        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's song to the Squidjees

        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.

        'Till you'm bad manners wurr scrubbed away.

Polleekin's message

        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 Marshwood Hill.

Rose's farewell 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 fortell

        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 a 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 sung by the Rambling Rosehip Players about Clogg

        When's a stoat not a stoat?

        When he wears clogs an' a velvet cloak!

        When's a stoat an old seadog?

        When he's whiskery friskery attery biskery Cap'n Tramun Clogg!

Magic act by the Rambling Rosehip Players

        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 to fair to die.

        Ballaw

                See how sharp an' murderous is me blade.

                Who would like to see me kill the maid?

                Badrang, your name is feared throughout the land.

                My Lord, I kill this maid at your command.

                Alas no more I'll laugh or sing.

                I've murdered her, the pretty thing.

        Celandine

                Nor 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.

                Alak a day, poor me who has to 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!

Second magic act by the Rambling Rosehip Players

        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 the regions of the nether air.

                I pray you, sir, please let me be.

                Magic Tibbar, don't vanish me!

        Ballaw

                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 Celadine

                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!

Rose's song to calm 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 voice o'er the lea, like the wind soft and  lowly.

        Oh, please come back to Noonvale again.

Rowanoak's song

        I think we'll call it a day,

        Back to the cart I say.

        It's exit left without any pay.

        We'd be better off far away!

The Mirdop family grace

        For all we receive for tea,

        My thanks to the seasons be.

        Partake we sparingly

        Of this good meal.

Rose's song in the marsh

        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 lah 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!

Grumm's song

        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 old 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 ditty

        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 call us hedgepigs,

        An' others say hedgedogs,

        But I do know that frogs is frogs,

        An' hedgehogs is hedge hogs!

Song sung during the preparation of the Rambling Rosehip Players meal

        Hey, give me a cake and bring me ale,

        And pudding ripe with plums,

        Some cider, dear, so cold 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!

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 place 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.

Performance of the Rambling Rosehip Players

        Buckler

                Oi be ready an' willin' to die

                An' moi wages be a custard pie!

        Celandine

                Oh, dive, my loved one, my dear.

                I have your wages here!

        Buckler

                Yurr am oi, Malcumm, cumpletely disgusted,

                'Stead o' water oi bin drownded in custed!

Mole 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 bowful, et tasters jus' roight.

        An' iffen 'ee infant wakes, starten to croi,

        Feed 'em 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!

Crazy Clogg's song
        I'm arf a stoat an' arf a mole,

        An' I'll bury youse in a nice deep 'ole,

        Down, down, where it's still an' cold,