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Hastle Castle War Song
Words by Ferelith MacDonald
To the tune of "Banned From Argo" by Leslie Fish
G C G C G
As we went off to war one day some glory to acquire
C G D7
For Atenveldt, the Outlands, and our own most humble shire,
G C G C G
We found ourselves embarked upon a War unique and grand
C G D7 G
To throw our force against the West and guard our treasured land.
Chorus (after every verse):
C G
And it's off a-warring we did go.
C G D7
Off a-warring to meet the Western foe.
G D C G
We spent a jolly weekend there, trading blows and jests,
D7 G
And we can't wait 'til we invade the West.
We landed there three hours late one cold and frosty morn.
Our fighters, tired, had just one hour before the ranks would
form.
We scrambled fast to see that we were ready for war soon,
But then we found that no GOOD war would ever start 'fore noon.
The Grand Melee on Saturday taught all our force a lot.
They learned that making War could be both mis'rable and hot.
Our ladies tried to soothe their hurts and bruises to attend,
But all our fighters did was climb right up and fight again.
Some laughs and whispered words crept out and hung upon the air
Where Ferelith gave Gallowglass some tender, loving care,
But Alaric patrolled the tent to see that all was well,
So after all the big build-up there's not a thing to tell.
Our people looked around the camp for signs of lechery.
They wanted just a little chance to try it out, you see.
But all we found were bards that sang in circles 'round a fire.
And all the lechery we found was in our humble shire.
The music lovers from our shire were thrilled with bardic songs.
They joined the circles with delight and felt that they belonged.
The more they heard of these strange words, both rasty and risque
The more they looked to find someone to share their cloaks that
day.
When Sunday came a trumpet called the camp from needed rest.
We needn't say this dreadful act was blamed upon the West.
Retaliation then was planned, a clever Aten scheme,
But sending out a Scotsman with his pipes was too extreme.
Duke Deaton and Prince Heinrich led our men into the fray.
They yacked and whacked with all their might for Atenveldt that
day.
The ladies watched with interest great, to see this mighty War,
But all we saw was dust and brush and not one darn thing more.
Although the West did win the war, our fighters did their best.
They served the Crown most val'rously, though they were sorely
pressed.
We'll train some more and bide our time and wait for the next war
And then you'll see a victory to even up the score.
HIPPO GO!
This song commemorates the war at Burro Creek, I between Atenveldt
and Caid, (February A.S. XII or 1978) as seen by folks in the
Shire of am Mor Salann Fasach (now Barony of Loch Salann).
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