I will mourn my gear for it is lost,
I will never replace it because of the cost.
Oho, oho.
I dropped my sunglasses in the stool,
That was swift and not so cool.
Oho, oho.
I lost my keys so now I weep,
I guess the site my car will keep.
Oho, oho.
Of all the things I had to lose,
I wish it hadn't been my shoes.
Oho, oho.
Into my gear a gash was rent,
The wind blew up and took my tent.
Oho, oho.
High and swift my arrows flew
I never found them and nor will you.
Oho, oho.
Into my heart great sadness whelms,
In the woods battle I lost my helm.
Oho, oho.
This thing I lost could not be chance,
I'll kill the man who stole my pants.
Oho, oho.
I will mourn my gear for it is lost,
I will never replace it because of the cost.
Oho, oho.
Copyright Charles Dennison. Copyable within the Society for Creative Anachronism.