Lyrics: Master Cerian Cantwr |
Music: Bonnie Dundee
Come artists whose works are like jewels to behold.
Come fighters in tabards of scarlet and gold.
Come those who would serve, for your efforts are key.
When together we stand, the Midlands are we.
Come men of the Midlands and hear what I say
Of this wondrous land where the weasalopes play.
Where we stand tall with honor and laugh long with glee;
And we'll show all the world that the Midlands are we.
We teach what we can, while learning pursue.
Discover, with wonder, the things you can do.
Take joy in your craft, whatever it be,
From forty pound sledge to fine filigree.
With valor and honor we fight 'gainst our foes
'Til they no longer laugh at our golden zeros.
When the battle begins someone is first to die,
So archers, make sure it's the other guy.
The serving of others, it does leave its mark,
Though you feel like you labor alone in the dark.
We give you our thanks, though we don't often say
How important you are to way that we play.
Now somehow or other, this jigsaw all fits,
For the Midlands is made of a whole lot of bits.
We're each part of a whole which is wondrous to see,
And from this mosaic, the Midlands are we.
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