The Aurentina Arms Pub [NSG Senate]

[Paramountica]

Hello gentlemen and lady senators

[Libertechie]

God save your gracious Queen
Long live your noble Queen
God save your Queen
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over you
God save your Queen.

E Ihowa Atua,
O ngā iwi mātou rā,
āta whakarongona;
Me aroha noa.
Kia hua ko te pai;
Kia tau tō atawhai;
Manaakitia mai
Aotearoa.

God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand.

[Maklohi Vai]

God save your gracious Queen
Long live your noble Queen
God save your Queen
Send her victorious
Happy and glorious
Long to reign over you
God save your Queen.

E Ihowa Atua,
O ngā iwi mātou rā,
āta whakarongona;
Me aroha noa.
Kia hua ko te pai;
Kia tau tō atawhai;
Manaakitia mai
Aotearoa.

God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand.

My parents used to sing that, but now they sing this:

Samoa, tula'i ma sisi ia lau fu'a, lou pale lea!
Samoa, tula'i ma sisi ia lau fu'a, lou pale lea!
Vaai 'i na fetu o lo'ua agiagia ai:
Le faailoga lea o Iesu, na maliu ai mo Samoa.
Oi, Samoa e, uu mau lau pule ia faavavau.
'Aua e te fefe; o le Atua lo ta fa'avae, o lota sa'olotoga.
Samoa, tula'i: 'ua agiagia lau fu'a, lou pale lea!

[Beta Test]

Rupert stands on a table and begins to sing

As long as the Jewish spirit is yearning deep in the heart,

With eyes turned toward the East, looking toward Zion,

Then our hope - the two-thousand-year-old hope - will not be lost:

To be a free people in our land,

The land of Zion and Jerusalem.

[New Bierstaat]

Tom Schmidt went up to the rooftop of the bar to enjoy his beer and wings in the open air.

He could just vaguely hear the last notes of a familiar song coming from a bar just to the north of the Arms...

"Oh, say, does that Star-Spangled Banner yet wave...
O'er the laaaaaaaand of the freeeeeeeeee
And the hoooooooome
Of theeee braaaaaave"

The last note, a B-flat, was held out by the instruments as a 21-gun salute could be heard over the bar's sound system.

OOC: a Pearl Harbor Day commemoration would be fitting, and I thought I'd add to all your British songs with a rebel one

[New Waterford]

Michael Kelly walks into the pub, and sits himself by the bar.
"I'll have a Guinness, please - in the name of MacKay."

[The imperial canadian dutchy]

Vittorio who had viewed all the singing decided to sing a song himself.

Evviva il Re ! Evviva il Re ! Evviva il Re !
Chinate o Reggimenti le Bandiere al nostro Re
La gloria e la fortuna dell'Italia con Lui è
Bei Fanti di Savoia gridate evviva il Re !
Chinate o Reggimenti le Bandiere al nostro Re !
Viva il Re ! Viva il Re ! Viva il Re !
Le trombe liete squillano
Viva il Re ! Viva il Re ! Viva il Re !
Con esso i canti echeggiano
Rullano i tamburi le trombe squillano squillano
Cantici di gloria eleviamo con fervor
Viva l'Italia, l'Italia evviva ! Evviva il Re !
Viva L'Italia, evviva li Re ! Evviva il Re !!!
Viva l'Italia ! Viva il Re ! Viva il Re !
Tutta l'Italia spera in Te, crede in Te,
gloria di nostra stirpe, segnal di libertà,
di libertà, di libertà, di libertà.
Quando i nemici agognino
i nostri campi floridi
dove gli eroi pugnarono
nelle trascorse età,
finché duri l'amor di patria fervido,
finché regni la nostra civiltà.
L'Alpe d'Italia libera,
dal bel parlare angelico,
piede d'odiato barbaro
giammai calpesterà
finché duri l'amor di patria fervido,
finche regni la nostra civiltà.
Come falange unanime
i figli della Patria
si copriran di gloria
gridando libertà.

[Commonwealth Air Force]

An off-duty airman, hearing the foreign songs being sung, started singing extremely loudly.

Over great and pristine mountains
Rising from our deep blue seas,
Lies our most beloved nation:
Aurentina, strong and free.

Let us strive to keep that freedom
Ever safe from tyranny,
And unite ourselves in labour
For the land of liberty.

That it may forever prosper,
So that we may prosper, too,
In our most beloved nation:
Aurentina, we love you.

[The Licentian Isles]

A man, Scandinavian looking, walked into the bar. The badge on his lanyard identified him as Stefan Furnes, the new senator for Sant Anders. He walked over to the bar, stood on it and shouted across the pub.

"OI !! None of you can sing, and you're all making a massive racket, so how about we all just shut the fuck up ??" He stepped down from the bar, and turned to the barman. "Sorry about that. A brandy please; Martell, if you have it."

[Aurentine National Gendarmerie]

"Watch it, mate!" a Gendarme at the back called, "Keep the swearing to a minimum if you don't mind."

[The Nihilistic view]

OOC: What in god's name did I set off a few pages back!

[Gallup]

"Shut up with the singing!"

[Unicario]

An off-duty airman, hearing the foreign songs being sung, started singing extremely loudly.

Over great and pristine mountains
Rising from our deep blue seas,
Lies our most beloved nation:
Aurentina, strong and free.

Let us strive to keep that freedom
Ever safe from tyranny,
And unite ourselves in labour
For the land of liberty.

That it may forever prosper,
So that we may prosper, too,
In our most beloved nation:
Aurentina, we love you.

One South African man chimed, "Quit singin' that damn tune! Nelson Mandela died, and you bastards had to make your anthem the same tune as Die Stem!"

[The Nihilistic view]

Boris goes to the pubs music player in the security room. And puts on the following music to settle people down. He then locks the door and leaves the security in charge inside thus meaning nobody can change the music coming over the pub speakers.

[New Waterford]

Boris goes to the pubs music player in the security room. And puts on the following music to settle people down. He then locks the door and leaves the security in charge inside thus meaning nobody can change the music coming over the pub speakers.

"Stones are shite!" Michael shouted.

[Beta Test]

A man, Scandinavian looking, walked into the bar. The badge on his lanyard identified him as Stefan Furnes, the new senator for Sant Anders. He walked over to the bar, stood on it and shouted across the pub.

"OI !! None of you can sing, and you're all making a massive racket, so how about we all just shut the fuck up ??" He stepped down from the bar, and turned to the barman. "Sorry about that. A brandy please; Martell, if you have it."

"That was a tad rude!"

[Prussia-Steinbach]

Out of curiosity, why the hell are people singing American songs? British ones make sense, Aurentine ones make sense, German ones I can kind of understand - but we have absolutely zero ties to the US, no strong political or ethnic relations, we were a British territory for centuries longer than they were, hell, we probably fought against them in their revolution. Why in bloody hell would you be so pro-America?

(OoC: Idiot American teens in here think the world is their country. Get over yourselves. Aurentina is about as American as Italy.)

[Beta Test]

Out of curiosity, why the hell are people singing American songs? British ones make sense, Aurentine ones make sense, German ones I can kind of understand - but we have absolutely zero ties to the US, no strong political or ethnic relations, we were a British territory for centuries longer than they were, hell, we probably fought against them in their revolution. Why in bloody hell would you be so pro-America?

(OoC: Idiot American teens in here think the world is their country. Get over yourselves. Aurentina is about as American as Italy.)

OOC: I was singing the Israeli national anthem.

[Prussia-Steinbach]

OOC: I was singing the Israeli national anthem.

Just as pointless and stupid as American ones. Get some patriotism.

[Commonwealth Air Force]

[OOC: I RPed some French tourists singing La Marseillaise, which is perfectly realistic considering we're like 100 km off the coast of Marseilles.]

[Beta Test]

OOC: I was singing the Israeli national anthem.

Just as pointless and stupid as American ones. Get some patriotism.

Rupert is Jewish and part Israeli. He's being very patriotic.

[The Licentian Isles]

A man, Scandinavian looking, walked into the bar. The badge on his lanyard identified him as Stefan Furnes, the new senator for Sant Anders. He walked over to the bar, stood on it and shouted across the pub.

"OI !! None of you can sing, and you're all making a massive racket, so how about we all just shut the fuck up ??" He stepped down from the bar, and turned to the barman. "Sorry about that. A brandy please; Martell, if you have it."

"That was a tad rude!"

"A tad rude, but necessary to stop these idiots singing as far as I'm concerned."

[Beta Test]

"That was a tad rude!"

"A tad rude, but necessary to stop these idiots singing as far as I'm concerned."

"Oi, this is my pub and they can do what they want if I say so. Anyway, what can I get ya?"

[Kouralia]

Minister Wintle ran into the pub, as his black governmental car drove off to wait around the corner. "Everyone! The Regimental system stays!" He turned to the barkeep, "A drink for everyone, on me, to toast Marius Kruger!"

[Beta Test]

Minister Wintle ran into the pub, as his black governmental car drove off to wait around the corner. "Everyone! The Regimental system stays!" He turned to the barkeep, "A drink for everyone, on me, to toast Marius Kruger!"

"What? Regimental system?"