Up the Crown List Tree

Lyrics: Master Cerian Cantwr
Music: The Garden Song

Bout by bout and blow by blow,
Up the crown list tree we go
First salute then with honor go
And do your best each round.
Fight by fight and shot by shot,
For your consort you have fought,
Given everything you've got.
What a way to choose the crown.

Tourney day is now a nigh.
Draw the tree, each bout and bye,
List out whom 'gainst whom will vie
For the honor of the day.
First we line up by degree.
Who comes first here, you or me?
This all gives the heralds glee
Before we start the fray.

First round finally has begun,
Some have lost while some have won.
Marshall, see that all is done
In a manner safe and fair.
Slowly we reduce the field,
Some advance while some must yield.
So it is that fate is sealed
For every fighting pair.

Finally we are down to two
Fighters one of which is who
Will serve the kingdom, me, and you
As our new king is revealed.
The people watch and do see all,
How you stand or how you fall.
They'll remember and recall
Your manner on the field.

Bout by bout and blow by blow,
Up the crown list tree we go
First salute then with honor go
And do your best each round.
Fight by fight and shot by shot,
For your consort you have fought,
Given everything you've got.
What a way to choose the crown.

That's how we choose the crown.

This page maintained by Cerian Cantwr, cerian@minstrel.com.