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