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'''Subject: [Wyewood] Wyewood Battle Song: Fryd of Wyewood''' | '''Subject: [Wyewood] Wyewood Battle Song: Fryd of Wyewood''' | ||
'''Fyrd of Wyewood (to Men of Harlech)''' | '''Fyrd of Wyewood (to Men of Harlech)'''<br> | ||
(by Rauþúlfr inn Orþstóri Goþi, OL) | (by Rauþúlfr inn Orþstóri Goþi, OL) | ||
Fyrd of Wyewood, stop your dreaming | Fyrd of Wyewood, stop your dreaming<br> | ||
Foes with duct tape swords are streaming | Foes with duct tape swords are streaming<br> | ||
Can’t you see their armor gleaming? | Can’t you see their armor gleaming?<br> | ||
To this battlefield. | To this battlefield.<br> | ||
Fyrd of Wyewood, firm and steady | Fyrd of Wyewood, firm and steady<br> | ||
It shall not be ever said ye | It shall not be ever said ye<br> | ||
Met the fearsome foe unready: | Met the fearsome foe unready:<br> | ||
Archers to the field! | Archers to the field!<br> | ||
Though the rain is pounding | Though the rain is pounding<br> | ||
Though we’re almost drowning | Though we’re almost drowning<br> | ||
We answer our Baron’s call | We answer our Baron’s call<br> | ||
With courage that the foe will think astounding! | With courage that the foe will think astounding!<br> | ||
Fyrd of Wyewood, on to glory! | Fyrd of Wyewood, on to glory!<br> | ||
Let your deeds resound in story! | Let your deeds resound in story!<br> | ||
Bubba's banners fly before ye: | Bubba's banners fly before ye:<br> | ||
Wyewood shall ne’er yield! | Wyewood shall ne’er yield!<br> | ||
* Return to [[Wyewood]] | * Return to [[Wyewood]] | ||
Revision as of 21:30, 30 September 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!
- Return to Wyewood