Historical Recordings's video: Unser Liebe Fraue - Song of the Landsknecht c 1500-1560

Support the channel on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Feldmarschall_Friedrich This song is a modern arrangement of the 16th century ballad. The vocal harmonies and instrumentation are not original, although the words are. The German Landsknechts were an important mercenary military force throughout the late 15th- and 16th-centuries. Consisting predominantly of German mercenary pike men and supporting foot soldiers, they achieved a reputation for their abilities on the field. They were also well know for their colorful and flamboyant uniforms. Formed by the Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I in 1487, the 'Landsknecht' were meant to challenge the dominance of Swiss mercenary regiments. This was achieved through the 'Landsknechts' adoption of early cannon and arabesques. Lyrics (German): Unser liebe Fraue Vom kalten Bronnen, Bescher' uns armen Landsknecht' Eine warme Sonnen! Lasst uns nicht erfrieren, Wohl in des Wirtes Haus Ziehen wir mit vollem Säckel, Und leerem wieder 'naus. [Refrain:] Die Trommel, die Trommel, Der Mann, der Mann, der Mann Hei ridirideran, ridiran, frisch voran! Landsknecht voran! Der Trommler schlägt Parade, Die seid'nen Fahnen weh'n, Jetzt heißt's auf Glück und Gnade Ins Feld spazieren gehen. Das Korn reift auf den Feldern, Es schnappt der Hecht im Strom, Heiß weht der Wind von Geldern, Herauf den Berg op Zoom. [Refrain] Wir schlucken Staub beim Wandern, Der Säckel hängt uns hohl. Der Kaiser schluckt ganz Flandern, Bekomm's ihm ewig wohl. Er denkt beim Länderschmause Wie er die Welt erwürb. Mir wohnt ein Lieb zu Hause, Das weinte, wenn ich stürb. [Refrain] Der Tod reit´t auf einem kohlschwarzen Rappen Er hat eine undurchsichtige Kappen Wenn Landsknecht' in das Feld marschieren Lässt er sein Ross daneben galoppieren Lyrics (English): Our dear Lady Of Kaltenbrunn Bestow to us poor lansquenets A warm sun! Don't let us die of cold, Into the landlord's pub We go with pockets full of money Which are empty when we are going out again chorus The drum, the drum the man, the man, the man Hi reedeereedaran, reedan, heartily ahead lansquenet ahead! The drummer drums parade, The silken banners wave Now it's up to good luck or mercy (of our foes) When we march for battle The grains ripen in the fields The luce hunts in the stream Hot blows the wind from Geldern3 Up to the Berg op Zoom.4 chorus We swallow dust while marching Our pockets are empty The emperor swallows the whole of Flanders May it become him well. While conquering countries He thinks of conquering the world I've got a wife at home Who'd be crying if I died chorus Death rides a coal black horse And wears a hood hiding his face When lansquenets march to battle His horse is galloping to their side