OK, this probably won't make sense to anyone not in the SCA. It's also in draft form, as I am still noodling with it. But it is sufficiently silly that I needed to set it down. TTO: Born on the List Field by Master Ivar Battleskald ( can't remember, anyone? ) First came the robbers, then came the ransom Then came the drought and the blight While you preened and strutted We starved and were gutted And the clerics told us this was right Chorus: We're the worms of the Earth You're the lions of might And you think you're hot stuff 'cause you're knights Though we know you will kick our ass come the dawn We will drink from your helmets tonight I'm not sure if it needs more verses or not. Update: I like this verse, added by Gwendolyn the Graceful of Aethelmarc on the Pennsic Bards list. So just like my father I'm stuck in this shithole But here's an end that I would choose We stare at the fire Right down to the wire We have nothing really left to lose.