Huscarl arise from revelry
Drink one last toast to gallantry
Then join with King and Chivalry
To march against the foe
Fyrdman take your spear in hand
Let every able fighter stand
To guard the honour of our land
To battle we must go.
Lift your eyes to the skies
Where the golden falcon flies
Screaming out her battle cries
To fill the foe with fear-o.
Don your helm and raise your shield
Cry "Advance" and never yield,
'Til standing on that glorious field
Is none but Calontir-O.
In olden days ye one and all
In answer to the warriors call
Did sally forth from hearth and hall
The enemy to face
Ya bravely served the Middle Crown
And with yer deeds ye won reknown
As many foes ye battered down
With axe and bloody mace!
Lift your eyes to the skies
Where the golden falcon flies
Screaming out her battle cries
To fill the foe with fear-o.
Don your helm and raise your shield
Cry "Advance" and never yield,
'Til standing on that glorious field
Is none but Calontir-O.
Now lift the flag so all can see
The symbol of our sovereignty
And know that we will bend our knee
For no man but our King
The time for war again is here
The enemy is drawing near
And listening with wary ear
So let him hear ya sing!
Lift your eyes to the skies
Where the golden falcon flies
Screaming out her battle cries
To fill the foe with fear-o.
Don your helm and raise your shield
Cry "Advance" and never yield,
'Til standing on that glorious field
Is none but Calontir-O.
The song above is the first, second, and last verses of the song as originally written. The verses below are not commonly sung as they are specific to Pennsic 13.
For many years ye gathered fame
And honor to the Falcon name
Until our noble land became
A sovereign realm at last
Then at the thirteenth Pennsic War
Ye helped the Middle as before
Although a Crown the Falcon wore
Ye'd not forget yer past!
In the woods without a sword
While all around the battle roared
The Standard Bearer Andrew Ward
Lacked not of bravery
For it was he now hear ye well
Who when our valiant fighters fell
Did brave the streams where serpents dwell
To keep the Falcon free!
In the woods the Dragon reeled
And faltered on the champions field
But picking up a bow he wheeled
A desparate stand to make
Then writing with Falcon quill
"Lord Tiger, if you wish a kill
Upon the morrow on the hill
The bridges you must take!"
With allies gathered from afar
From Markland to the Sable Star
We formed a brotherhood of war
Upon the bridge that day
While hours flew and bodies fell
We made that bridge a bloody hell
Then bolstering the rest as well
The Tyger we did slay