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Monday Music: Panzerleid

Yeah I know – it is not Monday.

I first heard this when I watched the 1965 movie Battle of the Bulge.

Panzerlied was composed in 1933. In 2017, the German Army was banned from publishing song books containing Panzerlied and other marching songs by the Minsiter of Defence, Ursula von der Leyen.  An attempt at denazification apparently but they are happy to name their tanks after big cats, just like the Wermacht in WW2.

Youtube deleted the previous video. Probably because they are actual Nazis.  How long this musical version will remain is anyone’s guess. Tokyo Philharmonic’s rendition.



Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from the Woolshed.  Have a good one.

Old Water Tower
Old Water Tower by the Woolshed, covered in roses. Closest thing to a White Christmas here in New Zealand

Please enjoy some Some Traditional New Zealand Christmas Music.


And another Royal Guardsmen Snoopy v Red Baron song – perhaps the forgotten Snoopy Song from 1969.


Monday Music: Godzilla

It has been a while since I have done a Monday Music post.  I saw this thread on TMP and just had to post this great piece of music by Blue Oyster Cult.  Also, did you know that  2014 is the 60th anniversary of Godzilla’s first appearance in the 1954 film ‘Gojira”? Who cannot like a giant mutant dinosaur who wrecks Tokyo?

For all things Godzilla you can visit this web shop. I am pretty sure that you will find a Godzilla to match every scale from 3mm up to 54mm.


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Monday Music: Snoopy’s Christmas

In New Zealand we always know when the Christmas season is upon us when we hear Snoopy’s Christmas on the radio for the first time.


This year, for me, it was quite late – just last week. I think that it drives a lot of people nuts, but I find it quite reassuring. A bit of local tradition.  The song is by the group ‘The Royal Guardsmen’ who are in fact a US group.from Florida.

Snoopy’s Christmas

Another Snoopy v The Red Baron Song

And apparently Snoopy didn’t get The Red Baron the first time.


It is reassuring to know that Snoopy is still on the trail of bad guys in these modern times.


Enjoy the music and Happy Christmas to all.


Monday Music: Bonanza

After my last post on the Wainwrights, my 28mm West Wind version of the Cartwrights, I just had to post these videos of the Bonanza theme song.  Also check out the ‘original map’ of the Ponderosa Claim.


Lorne Greene singing the theme song.

OK, this one is pretty weird. A song that consists pretty much totally of saying the actors names. Gurf Morlix singing ‘Dan Blocker’.

Enjoy yourselves Pards.

Monday Music: The Dam Buster’s March


Continuing with great war movie theme music, I present the Dam Busters March.  This was composed by composer Eric Coates (1886-1967).

I somehow think that when Sir Peter releases The Dam Busters this military march won’t feature – although it may be a nice homage as Guy Gibson’s PC-dog, Trigger, farewells his master.

And talking of homages.  When I lived in the UK in the late 1980s this advert appeared on English television. I thought it was funny then and still do. The Dam Busters Association gave it their blessing apparently, after a consideration from the brewery.


Interestingly enough, here in New Zealand in the early 90s there was an advert for Sudafed (an anti- congestion drug) that used the Dambusters theme. The RSA (Returned Services Association) moaned like crazy and it was withdrawn. I couldn’t get my head around that, especially after the actual guys who were on the raid who were alive at the time gave the green light to the Carling ad. Shrug.

There was a board game released based on the Dam Buster raid and I remember playing it once or twice back in the early 90s.   A bit of research shows that it was released about the same time. I thought it was older.  It was quite a bit of fun to play if I remember correctly. You had to gather your crew and for 617 Squadron and of course, destroy the dams.  It used a board and a card driven system – that is about all I recall of it.




Monday Music: Tomorrow Belongs to Me


When I was young lad I first saw the movie musical Cabaret starring Liza Minelli, Michael York and Joel Grey (as the Emcee).  Minnelli won an Oscar for Best Actress in a Leading Role for her part. Set in the last days of the Weimar Republic the movie is about the relationship between a Kit Kat Club singer Sally Bowles (Minnelli) and a young academic (York).  The growing popularity of the Nazi movement in Germany is nowhere better portrayed than the scene in a beer garden when a young German sings “Tomorrow Belongs to Me”.  This scene had an impact on me as a youth – it put me off being a follower of anything.

Of course I would be lying if I said anything other than the biggest impact of the movie on a young wargamer was Liza Minnelli herself.  God she was hot when she was 25.  Of course, it may have been the stockings and boots.


The movie being set in 1930s Germany – there are plenty of pulp type figures for gaming in this period. There are Artizan Designs “Thrilling Tales” Range, the wonderful Pulp Figures Range by Bob Murch, Blue Moon’s Pulp Range (also available from Old Glory) and others.

I enjoy roleplaying this period as well – and there are some classics from FGU’s “Daredevil” to Hero Games “Pulp Hero”.  I have recently started using Savage Worlds for Pulp Gaming. Great set of rules. Topic of another blog post I think.

Monday Music: The Varaygs of Miklagaard


A bit of a departure this week from the fifes and drums of massed bandsmen, the strumming ukulele of George Formby or sorrowful ballads of a lost generation.  Time for some Viking Metal.  The Varangian Guard is a military force that always intrigued me. These guys from the fjords of the north who traveled all the way to Byzantium to serve as mercenaries. The stories they would have told around the fire when they were back home – the young ones would never have believed them. This music video will probably not be to everyone’s taste but I have a fondness for the group Amon Amarth. I have included the lyrics so that those who cannot make out the words can get the gist of what is going on, Much to my daughter’s disgust, I present Amon Amarth and the Varaygs of Miklagaard.  I told her if One Direction or Justin Beiber did a song like this I would showcase it as well.

Some Varangian figures in 28mm

Gripping Beast

Gripping Beast make some beautiful Varangians.  Here is a sample of code BYZ01 Varangian Command.


Crusader Miniatures

Crusader Miniatures have a great Dark Ages range. These are Varangians in Parade Dress (Code DAB007).


Old Glory

Make a pack of 30 Varangians. Good value if building an army, but for skirmish gaming probably not the best. As usual, the Old Glory website does no favours to the models. Some undercoating and a wash would bring these figures to life.


Magister Militum

Magister Militum have a range of 25/28mm Late Byzantines which includes some Varangian miniatures. This model is available in three different poses. The code is LB034 Varangian Guardsman with Axe.


Black Tree Designs

Another range I have little knowledge of. Some people swear by them and others seem to swear at them. They look quite nice and have an extensive range of Vikings, some of which could be pressed into service as Varangians.


LYRICS: The Varaygs of Miklagaard.

Miklagaard has been our home, For twenty years or more

We’ve lent our axes, spears and swords, In service of the emperor

We are loyal warriors, That’s the oath we gave

To protect the emperor, Even to a violent grave

Our loyalty was always firm, We kept our given word

On these southern battlefields, Our northern war cries roared

Battles have been fought, Many gave their lives

But all who died by axe and sword, Were called to hall up high

Our time here is now at end, Can’t help but reminisce

A cold spring day, so long ago, When we set out to sea

We set out from Svitjod’s shores, With dreams of fame and gold

And the work of weaving Norns, Was for us unknown

We were loyal warriors, That’s the oath we gave

To protect the emperor, Even to the grave

It’s time to take farewell, We have been resolved

From the sacred oath we gave, It’s time to go back home

Our time here is now at end, Our memories will stay

Of Miklagard, our southern home, Until the end of days

We set out from Svitjod’s shores, With honor and rewards

We return back home, We return back home

With honor and rewards, We return back home

We return, we return, We return back home

We return, we return, We return back home

Monday Music: The British Grenadier

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The British Grenadier has long been one of my favourite military marches.  If you ever watched the movie Barry Lyndon you will remember the scene where the young Barry watched Gale’s Regiment passing by in review with the fife and drums playing ‘The British Grenadier‘.

From “Barry Lyndon” (1975)

I am not sure I have even heard of a movie set in the American War of Independence that did not have a scene with British redcoats advancing to the fifes and drums playing this particular march.

From “The Patriot” (2000)

From “Revolution” (1985)

A version with the lyrical accompaniment (the lyrics and a few more verses for you to sing along with are noted below):

And what would be a Trooping of the Colour without The British Grenadier being belted out?

Full Lyrics:

Some talk of Alexander, And some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander, And such great names as these.
But of all the world’s great heroes, There’s none that can compare
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, To the British Grenadier.

Those heroes of antiquity Ne’er saw a cannon ball
Or knew the force of powder, To slay their foes withall.
But our brave boys do know it, And banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, For the British Grenadier.

Whene’er we are commanded To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees, And we with hand grenades.
We throw them from the glacis, About the enemies’ ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, The British Grenadiers.

And when the siege is over, We to the town repair
The townsmen cry, “Hurra, boys, Here comes a Grenadier!”
Here come the Grenadiers, my boys, Who know no doubts or fears!
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row, The British Grenadiers.

Then let us fill a bumper, and drink a health of those
Who carry caps and pouches, And wear the louped clothes
May they and their commanders live happy all their years,
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row, for the British Grenadiers.

UPDATED: Ribald version.

Some die of drinking water, Some die of drinking beer.
Some die of constipation, And some of diarrhea.
But of all the world’s diseases, There is none that can compare.
With the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick, Of the British Grenadier.

When he goes forth in battle, With his weapon in his hand.
The lasses fall like cattle, There’s none can make a stand.
But when the campaign’s over, It’s then he feels so queer,
With the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick, Of the British Grenadier.

And when he does retire, To take his well earned rest.
There burns an ancient fire, To do what he does best.
Ant yet the truth is bitter, There’s one thing that they fear.
It’s the drip, drip, drip of the syphilitic prick, Of the British Grenadier.

I like the girls who say they will, And I like the girls who won’t.
I hate the girls who say they will, And then they say they won’t.
But of all the girls I like the best, I may be wrong or right,
Are the girls who say they never will, But look as though they might.

UPDATED: Lyrics of an American patriotic version.

Torn from a world of tyrants, Beneath this western sky,
We formed a new dominion, A land of liberty

The world shall own we ‘re masters here Then hasten on the day
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza, For free America!

Proud Albion bowed to Caesar, And numerous lords before
To Picts, to Danes, to Normans, And many masters more
But we can boast, Americans, We ‘ve never fallen a prey
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza. For free America.

God bless this maiden climate, And through its vast domain
May hosts of heroes cluster. Who scorn to wear a chain
And blast the venal sycophant That dares our rights betray
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza. For free America!

The wretch that would ensnare you, Shall lay his snares in vain
Should Europe empty all her force, We ’11 meet her in array.
And fight and shout, and shout and fight For North America!

Some future day shall crown us. The masters of the main,
Our fleets shall speak in thunder To England, France, and Spain
And the nations over the ocean spread Shall tremble and obey
The sons, the sons, the sons, the sons, Of brave America!