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Latest revision as of 21:05, 2 October 2015
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 14:52:29 -0800
Subject: [Wyewood] Wyewood Battle Song: Fryd of Wyewood
Fyrd of Wyewood (to Men of Harlech)
(by Rauþúlfr inn Orþstóri Goþi, OL)
Fyrd of Wyewood, stop your dreaming
Foes with duct tape swords are streaming
Can’t you see their armor gleaming?
To this battlefield.
Fyrd of Wyewood, firm and steady
It shall not be ever said ye
Met the fearsome foe unready:
Archers to the field!
Though the rain is pounding
Though we’re almost drowning
We answer our Baron’s call
With courage that the foe will think astounding!
Fyrd of Wyewood, on to glory!
Let your deeds resound in story!
Bubba's banners fly before ye:
Wyewood shall ne’er yield!
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