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Pennsic War Song |
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Concept: Lord Duncan Cameron |
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Words by Lord Ivar Forkbeard |
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Sung to "The Second Week Of Deer Camp" by De Yupers |
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It’s land grab week at Pennsic, hardly anybody’s here. |
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We’ll steak the walls, put up the tents, dig a midden over there. |
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When it gets too late to work some more, that’s when we’ll stop for beer, |
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It’s land grab week at Pennsic, hardly any one is here. |
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It’s the second week of Pennsic, all my friends are here, |
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A lord right there, a lady too, and oh so many peers. |
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The only time we’ll leave the camp is when we go for beer. |
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The second week of Pennsic and all my friends are here. |
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It’s the second week of Pennsic, the greatest time of year. |
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We fight, we fence, archery too, thrown weapons over there. |
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Someone will have to go to town; we’re running out of beer, |
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It's The second week of Pennsic, the greatest time of year. |
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The final day of Pennsic, the saddest time of year, |
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On merchants row, they’re packing up, away for one more year. |
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But cheer up friends, we’ll meet once more, and raise a glass of cheer! |
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We’ll come once more to Pennsic War, the greatest time of year! |
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