Gather round, ye lads and lasses
Listen far and wide!
For cross the isles
And for a while
We’ve had a source of pride!
Noble are the knightly orders
Three in name there are
Revered in epic poems
From house to home
But this quick verse is shorter!
Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let’s take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands! Albatross sails ‘pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
And none of them are coarse!
Listen here, give me your ear
The Sapphire Tourney comes!
From every nook
By sea, on foot
And not a one is glum!
The Aspirants from near and far
Head to old Navire
To joust and ride
And sing with pride
With hopes they’ll be a star!
Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let’s take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands!
Albatross sails ‘pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
And each a fearsome force!
Whomever wins the tourney
On the final day
Be they Sir or Dame
They’ll live with Fame
And glad they made the journey
Noble is the Tourney’s Closer!
They fought, they bled, they won!
It could be you
Come tell us true
But this quick verse is over!
Oh the Orders of the Systres
They lie so close at hand
Let’s take a count and raise a glass
To our merry bands!
Albatross sails ‘pon the waves
While Iron sallies forth
The Oaken Knights know ancient ways
Now, quick, where is my horse?
