Bound for Pennsic

Oh, we pulled into Cooper's Lake, a-lookin' for the War,
Then searched 'round for a camping space for sixteen tents or more;
So we went to the autocrat, who looked up with a smile,
"Okay," she said, "set them right there, in a fifty-foot-tall pile!"

We had a mighty fighter, who was powerful indeed;
He lacked only one skill: he never learned quite how to read.
He died amongst the leeches from a tragical mistake;
His tombstone reads: "Here lies a knight, consumed by Cooper's Lake".

Our brewer loves to party; he's a gallivanter true, but
He vanished Friday night, and we don't know what we should do:
The Midrealm's claiming we're unfair at how we win our fights,
With bottles flying out of trees and knocking out their knights !

Now, Art went to the swimming hole, to cool off in the shade;
A maid rose from the waters, and she gave to him a blade.
So Arthur took the sword from her, but hasn't fought again --
He's scared to be seen duelling with a weapon named "Smurfbane"...

Our banner-bearer Bob's a loyal soldier, there's no doubt,
But when he's in the woods, he doesn't know his North from South;
We told him, "Guard the banner", but we didn't know the cost --
We sent in in on Friday; it's now Sunday -- he's still lost.

We are the finest in the East, a fighting band elite;
Our knights are strong, our ladies fair, our scouts are fleet of feet;
But now we're missing fourteen men, and nearly half our gear;
Not bad, I guess -- we'll see if it's more interesting next year!

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