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Pennsic War


Lyrics: Katerin ferch Gwenllian            
Music: Camelot by Alan Jay Lerner
            & Frederick Loewe




It's true! It's true! The autocrat's made clear
The climate *won't* be perfect this year . . . ...

The weather will resemble the Sahara
Except for one severe thunderstorm
Or else we all will have to guard 'gainst frostbite
At Pennsic War

By nine AM the tents will feel like ovens
With temperatures of 105 or more
But it will be still worse inside your armor
At Pennsic War

Pennsic War, Pennsic War
I know we seem a bit insane
For at Pennsic War, Pennsic War
The tents leak in the rain

The land is either shadeless, sloped or swampy
And there's not enough of it any more
We'll come home tired and sore
And seriously cash-poor
>From drinking, fighting, shopping, and *ahem*
At this year's Pennsic War

Pennsic War, Pennsic War
I know that it may be unclear
Why to Pennsic War, Pennsic War
We all go back each year

Where chivalry is not a fairy tale
And once upon a time has come once more
Hearts are no longer sore
And happiness is sure
When we convene with all our friends at this year's Pennsic War

Lyrics © Samantha Pendleton
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