Your Group's Name Here
Copyright 1994 by Harold Feld,
11235 Oakleaf Dr. #817,
Silver Spring, MD 20901.
Permission to cross-post granted.
Permission to reprint in any Society publication granted, but the author would really like a copy if you do.
To the tune of Your State's Name Here by Peter & Lou Berryman
Sometimes the sound of a sword striking shield
Or the pageantry shown in a court or the field
Will call forth a memory, cherished and dear
It's the place I call home,
your group's name here.
No maidens are fairer, no laurels more wise
No pelicans suffer with as many sighs
No brewers can cook up a mead or a beer
That tastes half as good as in
your group's name here.
Ah your group's name here, Ah again
Ah what folk!
Who make you feel welcome with song, drink or joke.
Did ever such chivalry shine bright and clear
As shown by the people of your group's name here.
The heavies will fight 'til they sweat and they stink
Then guzzle down gallons of
group's favorite drink
They practice and struggle to learn how to fight
With love pats from
name local master or knight.
The fencers will equally fight 'til they drop
and all dress as pretty as
name local fop.
Our archers can slay any heavy too proud
For use in those kingdoms where this is allowed.
Ah your group's name here, Ah again
What a troop!
The warrior forces that come from your group
Our allies rejoice and our foemen know fear
At the sight of the banners of your group's name here.
Off of the listfield, the courtly grace flows.
As
name of your own local dancemaster knows
The revels, the feasting, the air of romance!
As everyone dances to
group's favorite dance.
At night 'round the campfire the oldtimers sing
Of the time when
inside joke involving the king.
Or warn you to keep your sheep clear of the spot
Where you find the camp of
your group's local Scot.
Ah your group's name here, Ah again
They're the best!
And have been since founded in something A.S.
So let voices ring out with your kingdom's cheer
For the folk and traditions of your group's name here
And though I must roam I still long to return
To the hearth where the fire of chivalry burns
No matter the season or time of the year
I know I'll be welcome in
your group's name here.
Oh whisper it soft as a song to my ear
Your group's name here, your group's name here
Let the bards of the world sing its various charms
And praise to
the blazon of your home group's arms.
Ah your group's name here, Ah again
What a spot!
The finest location since old Camelot
How I long to return there, Please pardon this tear
My poor heart is aching for your group's name here.
Notes: One of my particular bardic favorites, but really wants to be sung as a duet, with the boldface parts sung by the second singer. As a compromise, I keep a cardboard sheet in my songbook, labeled "Voiceover", which I hold up during the second part.
This songbook is collected mainly for my personal use and the enjoyment of my friends.
If you are the author or copyright holder of this song and would like me to take it down, please just write to me at
songbook-at-waks-dot-org, and I will do so.
