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Dragon Host March


Lyrics: Master John Inchingham            
Music: The Cuckoo's Nest



Chorus:
We will march to pick lilies. We will march to the gulf.
We will march off to Pennsic to pound tigers into pulp.
And we‚ll shout as we march. Let all kingdoms hear our boast:
That the best realm is the homeland of the Dragon Host!
Verses:
In the first mists of time, formed the Kingdom of the West;
And the next to be born was that Eastern Tiger Mess;
But the third try‚s the charm and you‚ll pardon if I boast
That the best realm is the homeland of the Dragon Host!

From the sunny sands of Atenveldt, came kingdom number four;
And Meridies soon followed, realm of forest, field and moor;
Fair Caid came next, where dolphin treks between lands flung afar;
And the seventh day saw Ansteora‚s rising star!

Blue Atlantia was carven by great waves of crashing foam;
Zeus‚s tears formed An Tir, where the soggy lion roams;
From a falcon‚s egg, hatched Calontir, while purple saxons sang;
And Trimaris, the eleventh realm, of romance sprang!

Dancing deer by the dozen raised The Outlands‚ desert wall;
Then our shadow-dragon cousin buiilt a nest in Drachenwald;
Out of glaciers, salt and geysers, Artemisia appeared;
And, from battle spark, blazed Aethelmearc, our fifteenth peer!

Howling wolves conjured Ealdormere from hieland winds and then
To our wonder, from down under, jumped Lochac to seven and ten!
Though we like to roam and wander, let all kingdoms hear our boast:
That the best realm is the homeland to the Dragon Host!
Final Cadence:
CALL: There are seventeen kingdoms on the map.
RESPONSE: There are seventeen kingdoms on the map.
C: Some like to fight. Some like to yap.
R: Some like to fight. Some like to yap.
C: They come to war with the Dragon Host.
R: They come to war with the Dragon Host.
C: Some are allies. The rest are toast.
R: Some are allies. The rest are toast.
C: Go scrub your armor and make it gleam.
R: Go scrub your armor and make it gleam.
C: Cause Pieter's in the pulpit and we‚re fightin‚ clean.
R: Cause Pieter's in the pulpit and we‚re fightin‚ clean.
C: Sound off!
R: One! Two!
C: Sound off!
R: Three! Four!
C: Bring it on down!
R: One! Two! Three! Four! One! Two! (Beat.) Three-four!

Lyrics © 2003 Steve Katlack
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