Songs sung by Gonff (in the order they appear in the book):

"The Prince of Mousethieves honours you,
To visit here this day.
So keep your larder door shut tight,
Lock all your food away.
O foolish ones, go check your store
Of food so rich and fine.
Be sure that I'll be back for more,
Especially this wine."

"Across the lea, beneath the leaves,
When countrylands wake up to spring,
Hurrah here comes the Prince of Thieves,
Hear every small bird sing.
So daring and so handsome too,
He makes a wondrous sight,
But if he comes to visit you,
Lock up your treasures tight."

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, good day, my friend to you.
O sly one you know best.
To lay in others' nest,
Is a trick you often do.
But I am smarter, sir, than you,
Cuckoo, my friend, cuckoo."

"I knew a mouse in prison here,
More than a hundred years.
His whiskers grew along the ground,
And right back to his ears.
His eyes grew dim, his teeth fell out,
His fur went silver grey.
'If my grandad were here,' he said,
'I wonder what he'd say?'"

"Pickalock pickalock, you'll regret the day,
When you took a mousethief and locked him away.
Sillycat, look at that, it's two for one,
The thief and the warrior
By dawn will be gone."

"I'm a mouse with a very long tail,
With a heart and voice to match.
I've escaped from the pussycats goal.
They'll find me hard to catch.
So, away, though the grass, the flow'rs and leaves,
Like smoke on the breeze, the Prince of Thieves.
Let's cheer for the day when we will see
The Mossflower country safe and free."

"You've been more than a mum to me,
And you brought me up very well
I'm a little mousehog to thee.
My Goody, no words can tell,
When I see your old prickle face--"

"Squirrels, otters, hedgehogs, mice,
Moles with fur like sable,
Gathered in good spirits all,
Round this festive table.
Sit we down to eat and drink.
Friends, before we do, let's think.
Fruit of forest, field and banks,
To the springtime we give thanks."
(grace at supper)

"A questing-o the friends did go,
Companions brave and bold,
O'er forest, field and flowing stream,
Cross mountains high and old.
These brave young creatures journeying
Along the road together,
While birds did sing throughout the spring,
Into the summer weather."

"Goodbye, Columbine.
Now your path and mine
Must part in the woods of Mossflow'r.
Keep a lookout each day,
For I'll be back this way,
In the noontide or cool evening hour."

"Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come,
A thief a warrior and a mole.
Though the quest may take its toll,
We'll march until we reach our goal,
Sala-manda-stron."

"Sala-manda-stron,
Look where we've come from,
Three of Mossflower's best,
Marching out upon our quest:
Sala-manda-stron."

"A weasel, ferret and a stoat,
Found a pond but had no boat.
Now they can't see the waters from
The inside of a swan."

"I'm back, Columbine.
Yes, now is the hour
My good friends and I
Will be saving Mossflower."
(Columbine imagines Gonff singing this)

"O the day is fair and blue,
The mountains lie ahead.
Companions good and true,
Our enemies are dead.
I'm longing for the day,
O for that happy time,
When I'll return to say,
Sweet Columbine, you're mine."

"O for the life of a sailormouse,
It's better than Kotir gaol,
A rest for the weary travelling paws,
With the wind to drive our sail.
There's a shrew for skipper
Two mice for mates,
And a mole for a cabin boy.
When we sight Salamandastron,
We'll shout out loud, Ahoy!"

"It will be great, I'll watch you, mate,
And you can dive right in.
But don't sing with your mouth full,
'This pie is all for Din.'
A crust as light as thistledown,
And filled with all you dream:
Fresh vegetables, the best of fruit,
All floating round in cream."

"I mustn't drink the water,
And there may be nought to eat.
Those gulls may see a mousethief
As just a tasty treat.
I step out bravely on the quest,
Across this funny land,
And when I disappear they'll say,
'He's found the sinking sand.'"

"Always the tide comes flowing in.
Ever it goes out again.
Sleep 'neath the shore evermore,
Free from hunger and pain.
Morning light will bring the sun;
Seasons go rolling on.
Questing ever far from home,
For Salamandastron."
(sung at the searat's burial)

"At last the weary travellers
Have reached their hearts' desire.
We quested overland to reach
The mountain of the fire.
To meet with Boar the Fighter,
Who knows secrets dark and deep--"
   Gonff sat upright scratching his whiskers. "What rhymes with deep, mateys?"
   Three wet towels knocked him flat.
   "You'm moight troi sleep!"

"Harebell, Honeydew and Willow,
Each a pretty thing;
Bold, brave and fearless,
Wother, Trubbs and Ffring;
Lupin, Buffheart, Starbuck, Breeze,
Swift as winds across the trees,
Rule o'er land and sea herefrom,
Sala-manda-stron."

"O the Wuddshipp is a goodship,
And we'll sail her anywhere,
Rowed by mice, crewed by shrews,
And often steered by hare.
So hoist the anchor, loose the sails,
Give me a wind that never fails,
And we'll sail the gooship Wuddshipp
From here to old Brockhall."

"You carried us safe o'er the water,
So proudly you sailed the blue sea,
Now lie on the bed of a river,
To help make old Mossflower free.
But here in our hearts we will keep you, Wuddshipp.
Like a great bird of freedom upon that last trip,
With the wind in my whiskers,
Surround by friends.
Sleep deeply, old Wuddshipp,
Your voyaging ends."

"Let no foul beast give one command,
I'll say, 'O no not me,
My back bends to no tyrant's rule.
Hey, friends, this mouse is free.'
Free has a sound, it rings around,
A lovely way to be.
So dance or sing, do anything,
You're free free free free freeeeeeeeeee!"

Otter proverbs about the spicy shrimp & bulrush soup:

"Don't taste no 'otter to an otter"
"The more 'otter it is, the more 'otter otters likes it"

Tsarmina's Titles:

"Tsarmina, Queen of Mossflower!"
"Slayer of enemies!"
"Lady of the Thousand Eyes!"
"Conqueror of all creatures!"
"Ruler of Kotir!"
"Daughter of Lord Greeneyes!" -- replaced by "Tsarmina the Magnificent!"

Lord Brocktree's first Salamandastron riddle:

"To the mountain of fire where badgers go,
The path is fraught with danger.
The way is long and hard and slow,
Through foe and hostile stranger.
The warrior's heart must never fail,
Or falter on his quest.
Those who live to tell the tale,
First must turn the crest."

Lord Brocktree's second Salamandastron riddle:

"Boar is badger, named after wood,
Not after forest but trees.
Where did you play on a rainy day?
Where did I eat bread and cheese?
Search inside, stay indoors,
Look up and find the secret is yours.
Your castle your fort,
Or so you thought.
The way is in four trees.
The way is in Boar in Brockhall
Under ale, under bread, under cheese."
--the leaves with the note--ash, beech, rowan, oak

The route to Salamandastron:

"Given to Lady Sable Brock by Olav Skyfurrow the wildgoose, after she found him injured in Mossflower and tended his hurts. The beacon that my skein find its way to the sea by is called the strange mountain of fire lizard."

*Salamandastron.

"We of the free sky do wing our way there. But if you be an earth walker, it will be a long hard journey. Here is the way I will tell you to go. I begin as I fly over Brockhall:

Twixt earth and sky where birds can fly,
I look below to see
A place of wood with plumage green
That breezes move like sea.
Behind me as the dawn breaks clear,
Woodpigeons come awake,
See brown dust roll, twixt green and gold,
Unwinding like a snake.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
O'er golden acres far below,
Our wings beat strong and true,
Where deep and wet, see flowing yet,
Another snake of blue.
Across the earth is changing shape,
With form and colour deep,
Afar the teeth of land rise up,
To bite the wool of sheep.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
Beyond this, much is lost in mist,
But here and there I see
The treachery of muddy grey,
'Tis no place for the free.
O feathered brethren of the air,
Fly straight and do not fall,
Onward cross the wet gold flat,
Where seabirds wheel and call.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King.
The skies are growing darker, see
Our beacon shining bright.
Go high across the single fang
That burns into the night.
We leave you now as we wing on,
Our journey then must be
Where sky and water meet in line,
And suns drown in the sea.
So fly and sing, the wildgoose is King."

Ritual Fox Greeting:

"Shake paws, count your claws,
You steal mine, I'll borrow yours.
Watch my whiskers, check both ears.
Robber foxes have no fears."

Mole Poem as the Tunnelling Begins:

"Moles a-tunnellen, deep an' far.
Moles a-diggen, urr that we are."

Verse Recited by Boar:

"The second night of summer,
The second visit since spring,
The rat from the seas
Meets the Lord of the rock,
To settle everything."