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| The Barony of the Westermark | |||||
| The War of Intense | |||||
| (sung to the tune of "Greensleeves") lyrics by Muirenn ingen Chinnfáelad Westermark raised the banner of war, To avenge ourselves against Southern Shores; That sneak attack was too much to take, So we met on the field of Intense. The Southern forces arrived on the field, The Westermark hoard marched forward to fight- How could we lose? We were in the right! But we weren’t prepared for the Spartans. (chorus) The Spartans charged and they mowed us down, The Spartans ran us right into the ground, The Spartans held and they would not fall, No, we weren’t prepared for the Spartans. We’d taken the field with such confident grins, So assured were we, we were certain to win- But a unit of Dukes was a bit of a shock, No, we weren’t prepared for the Spartans. And what was the deal with that guy on the field? That fancy garbed schmuck with the duck on his head? He looked like a twit, but he hit like a brick! Yes, even as hard as the Spartans. (chorus) Oh, ghods, what a pitiful fight! As they pummeled us soundly from morning ‘til night. Oh how we moaned as we dragged ourselves home, Ayup we got whupped by them Spartans! Well the drums of war are calling again, And the Westermark has a most cunning plan- This time we know we are going to win, Oh, won’t you come and join us! (chorus) Come and fight for the Westermark! Join our co-prosperity sphere! This time we’ll come out on top, We’re planning to hire the Spartans! |
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