Local SCA

Words: Morgana bro Morganwyg
Tune: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

Arrest these merry gentles, nay, it would be so unkind.
If youíll but wait a moment, sir, we will relieve your mind;
We are not escaped lunatics, so kindly us unbind.
We are your local SCA, SCA,
Yes, we are your local SCA.

These men arenít wearing dresses, sir; those are not panty hose.
No, those are tights and tunics, sir, they're medieval clothes;
And men were really macho then, as everybody knows,
So please do not look at us that way, that way,
For we are your local SCA.

We recreate past ages, sir, and that is all we do.
Please give our swords and knives to us; weíd like our axes, too.
Return us all our weapons, sir; the act you will not rue,
For we mostly use them for display, display,
For we are your local SCA.

We really are not dangerous, although we like to fight.
We do it on a tourney field, you see, so itís all right.
And we wear lots of armor, too, like any noble knight,
And use wooden sticks to whale away, whale away,
For we are your local SCA.

Oh, we pavanne in public, sir, the horse bransle do also;
Full many a fine feast attend, and to a revel go.
And all that night we sing and drink, for free the mead doth flow,
Then drive four hundred miles on the next day, the next day,
For we are your local SCA.

We have a king and prince who do our loyalty command.
This is Three Rivers Barony, the finest in the land.
And we are on our way to court, but not the one you'd planned.
So please let us go upon our way, our way.
For we are your local SCA.

Arrest these merry gentles, nay, discretion you should use;
For we are lords and ladies all, so how can you refuse?
I SAY, that is a LADY, sir, you should not her abuse.
It is not genteel to act this way, this way,
And lock up your local SCA!

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