by Marc Gunn, July 19, 2008

I've been wanting to write another Firefly song for a long time. Today, I decided there was no stopping me, and it would be a drinking song. So I flipped on Jaynestown and watched it a couple times. As I stepped out the door to go grab a bite to eat, the lyrics flooded into me. So I came home and recorded the song.

(Won't you) Pour me a glass
Of Monahan's Mudders Milk
We'll wash the mud away.
If you poor me a glass
Of Monahan's Mudders Milk
We'll leave Higgins' damn Moon some day.

I was 12 years old
When my daddy brought me here
With two brothers who loved to laugh,
But 10-20 in this muddy hole
We lost the laughing muscle mold
And my brothers lost their lives to mudders gas.

My daddy raised one fist
To tell the boss he's pissed,
Another to the foreman on third shift,
But when he raised his shovel
To protest his low wage troubles
He was shot down and dumped in a muddy ditch.

Well mudden's all I know
Until I've 'nough to go
And take my own three boys far from here.
Maybe another place much worse
In this here cold Verse
Till then I drink my Monahan's for cheer.

Pour me, pour me, mudder, mudder, mudder me,
Mudder, mudder me my milk.
Poor me, mudder me, mudder, mudder marry me
Mudder marry me my milk.

by Diane Frost

In 2005, I received an email from a fan with lyrics parodying one of the songs performed by Brobdingnagian Bards called "The Lusty Young Smith". This one was a funny Star Wars parody called "The Lusty Young Sith". I loved the lyrics and saved them for that time in the future when I would sit down and record the parody... because that's what I do. It finally happened earlier this year when I started working on a new CD called What Color Is Your Dragon?. The album is now done. I'm happy to have this great filk included on the new CD.

A lusty young Sith by his ship stood a fighting,
His cowl thrown back and his saber aglow,
For to him a wholesome young Jedi came gliding
To struggle and fight and her skill for to show.

With a hum hum hum Hum hum hum
In and out In and out
Hum hum hum Hum hum hum
In and out In and out Ho!

"Your form," said the Sith, "well it is quite impressive."
The Jedi replied, "I've worked hard to be so."
Then they went back at it; the Sith was aggressive,
The Jedi returning each thrust blow for blow.

Her Master, she said, had grown tired and sour,
His strength in the Force faded out long ago.
The Sith retorted, "Well I'm quite thick with power,
"And I have much stamina, more than you know."

Red hot grew his saber through arduous labor;
The Jedi grew tired going at her foe.
It seemed at first Fate chose the Jedi to favor,
But soon she came gasping and thrashed to and fro.

Six times did his saber by vigorous thrusting
Thus force the young Jedi from high point to low,
But after a rest they fell back to it lusting,
And Sith each time thrusting recoiled more slow.

At last said the Jedi, in awe of his saber,
"What would I give could my Master do so!
"I ask you, young Sith, come spar here with me later,
"But do me one more round before you do go."