SCA Life

Trudging through the grass, through trees and shrubs galore
If I don’t find some fights, I will miss the war
I have gotten lost, lost as I could be
I think this is the third time I’ve seen the same darn tree

Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s no prize
Why would anyone want to fight at an event this size
Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s no prize
Why would anyone want to fight at an event this size

Hundreds of fighters here, and I can’t find a one
For all that I know, East’s already won
But what is that I see, upon a hill ahead
It looks just like the Eastern Flag, and all the guards are dead

Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s okay
If I catch the flag, oh I might just save the day
Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s okay
If I catch the flag, oh I might just save the day

The Eastern soldiers groan, as I come in sight
They won’t try’n stop me, it would not be right
Soldiers from the middle cheer as I depart
With the Eastern flag in hand I’m feeling light of heart

Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s the best
Who’d have thought that I would be crazy as the rest
Pennsic War, Pennsic War, Pennsic War’s the best
Who’d have thought that I would be crazy as the rest

*And remember, the Thursday post of “R is for Research” is down below this.