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Merry Midlands Marching Song


Lyrics: Master Cerian Cantwr            
Music: Haul Away Joe



When I was a little lad, I thought I'd be a fighter.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

So armored I and took the field, to learn me tourney fighting.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

My foeman's sword did strike my helm. No church bell could ring louder.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

(chorus)     Way march away, we're bound for Pennsic glory.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

Now come we to the Pennsic field, we'll pull the Tyger's whiskers.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

We'll clip his claws and twist his tail, then send him home a'roaring.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

With triumph's tune upon our lips, we'll sing around the fire.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

(chorus)     Way march away, we're bound for Pennsic glory.
Way march away, we'll march away. Go.

The chorus sings on the "Way march away" lines and on the verses marked (chorus).

Lyrics © 1999 Charles Grab
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