By Lady Eleanora Tangwystl of Morgan
We're on our way to W.W. now, at W.W. we will stay.
We've loaded up the wagons with canvas and provisions.
And all our weapons for to play and ready us for war.
We'll not forget to bring along the Ale for recreation,
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay.
I love to shop the merchants there all lined up in a row,
Their tables are all loaded up good things for to sell you
They've got fine cloth, trims and jewels and fans to suit the ladies
Fine crafts of clay, leather, wood and iron are all there too.
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay.
You will be sure to see there, the fighting at its best.
The Archers and the Fencers and Swordsmen in their armor.
But late at night when all this stops all seated around a fire,
Are the Bards who tell the stories, of the battles and the clamor.
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay.
The rains may come the winds may blow, but if my tent still stands.
I'll come again same time next year I wouldn't want to miss it.
The open house and show case are all dandy to be sure
But the singing and stories are the reasons for my visit.
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay
Til our tent falls over, at W.W. we will stay.