Farewell Ye Banks of Cooper’s Lake

Favorite, Funny, SCA
By Bronwyn Jourdemaine
To the tune of Banks of Sicily
The Baron is trying to unlock his van
He’s doing his best but I don’t think he can
‘Cause he needs a key not a piece of rattan,
And all the poor fighters are weary.

Farewell ye banks of Cooper’s Lake
Farewell to your valleys and shores
There’s not a SCA who’ll mourn the lose of ye,
All the poor fighters are weary.
The fat Duke is gleefully getting his kicks
He’s breaking a log into tiny toothpicks
On the head of the piper that tuned up at six,
And all the poor fighters are weary.

Repeat Chorus
The knight’s wounds don’t have to be patched or sewed
‘Cause he’s black and blue from his head to his toes
And some of it’s bruises and some of it’s woad
And all the poor fighters are weary.

Repeat Chorus
The Normans are driving back home to their keep
They’ve left an impression long lasting and deep
Twelve empty mead bottles and nine nervous sheep
And all the poor fighters are weary.

Repeat Chorus
The Viscount is trying to stop some small strife:
It seems that his mistress has just met his wife,
And now they’re both going to go find a knife
To stick in the lady he slept with.

So strike your tents and roll your sleeping bags
How did we get all this junk in the van?
And aren’t you glad it’s only once a year
All the poor fighters are weary.
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