Pennsic War Song

Concept: Lord Duncan Cameron

Words by Lord Ivar Forkbeard

Sung to "The Second Week Of Deer Camp" by De Yupers

It’s land grab week at Pennsic, hardly anybody’s here.

We’ll steak the walls, put up the tents, dig a midden over there.

When it gets too late to work some more, that’s when we’ll stop for beer,

It’s land grab week at Pennsic, hardly any one is here.

It’s the second week of Pennsic, all my friends are here,

A lord right there, a lady too, and oh so many peers.

The only time we’ll leave the camp is when we go for beer.

The second week of Pennsic and all my friends are here.

It’s the second week of Pennsic, the greatest time of year.

We fight, we fence, archery too, thrown weapons over there.

Someone will have to go to town; we’re running out of beer,

It's The second week of Pennsic, the greatest time of year.

The final day of Pennsic, the saddest time of year,

On merchants row, they’re packing up, away for one more year.

But cheer up friends, we’ll meet once more, and raise a glass of cheer!

We’ll come once more to Pennsic War, the greatest time of year!