The King

The King
A filk by "Father" Marcos de Foronda
To the tune of "The King" - Traditional

Joy, health, love and peace
Be all here in this place
By your leave we will sing
Concerning our king

Our king is well dressed
And his crown is the best
With gem stones so rare
No king can compare

We have traveled many miles
Over lands tame and wild
In search of our king
And to you we bring

We have arrow and bow
To which we can throw
We have rattan and shield
To make them all yield

Oh Yule Feast is past
Twelvenight is the last
And we bid you a adieu
Great joy to the new