A Song of Anton

There is a Kingdom with a shore upon an azure sea
Come all you brave Atlantians and hearken unto me.
I'll sing you a grand story of a King and Kingdom strong,
The mighty land Atlantia and Her good Lord Anton.

Saying, Come my lords, come my lords, come my bonnie sons.
There'll be honor and great glory for you when you are done.
There'll be honor and great glory for you when you are done.
We'll win this day at Pennsic for mighty King Anton.

Let's speak of his great prowess and his valor on the field.
Prince Anton, the checkered, his soul it would not yield.
He won himself a coronet to place upon his head.
He looked around the tourney field and saw his subjects dead.

Saying, "Come my lords, come my lords, come my wayward sons!
There'll be drinking and wild wenching this night as you are done.
There'll be headaches and hangovers next dawn as you are done.
But blame it all, or hang it all on mighty King Anton.

Our souls there were worn heavy, our eyes the tears they bled.
Our good old King Olaf lay a-dieing in his bed.
But an Angel, a sweet angel, the one called sweet Luned,
Stole the crown for King Anton and put it on his head.

Saying, come my lord, come my lord, come my bonnie king.
This crown shall be your dowry and I shall be your queen.
This crown shall be your dowry and I shall be your queen.
And then each night, by firelight, to your fair camp I'll sing.

Well King Anton went a walking with his lady to a pond,
And there he found a ranger, a Ranger named of John.
Well, a naughty little doggie had jumped into the pond,
So swimming after a foul cur goes might King Anton.

Saying, Come you cur, come you cur, come you naughty dog.
King Anton is a-swimming and chasing you along.
He swears he'll catch you as yet, and swimming in the pond.
To save a bunch of gosling, goes might King Anton.

We'll King Anton went a swimming, a swimming from the beach
But the crafty little doggie out-swam his royal reach.
So good Corby de la Flamme did catch the mangy hound.
With a collar made of tent-stake rope they put him in the pound.

Saying Come my Lord, come my Lord, one day the bards will sing
Of a bonnie Crown Tourney where a dog out-swam a King.
You're tired, for you've chased a beast and chased him far and long.
Let all the heralds shout the deeds of soggy King Anton.

And now we are a-warring to Pennsic's foreign land.
And King Anton wears his crown and holds his ladies hand.
We're fighting for the East Kingdom and now we know we can
Show all those damn Mid-realmers the strength of Atlantia's hand.

Saying, run my lords, run my lord from our battle cry!
We'll be slaughtering you tomorrow and on that field you'll lie.
But tonight we'll drink good whiskey and we'll sing with you till dawn.
But you'll never best Atlantia, or mighty King Anton.

And now we are a homeward bound once more to dream our Dream.
Of castles, and of dragons, and of businessmen turned king.
And I'll see you all next Pennsic, and we'll revel till the dawn.
And we'll reminisce on by-gone days and reigns of King Anton.

Saying, come my lords, come my lords, no matter if we won.
Or if we've lost, we've lived our dream our final song is sung.
We dreamed at Pennsic XX, from dusk until the dawn.
He's lived our dream, so give a cheer to mighty King Anton.