Come, Sir Andrew, lover of ladies,
Come ye now to the tourney ground,
There to trade in hardened handstrokes,
There is fame and glory found.
Hark, Sir Andrew, the marshall speaks - -
The Royal wisdom 'tis good to hear;
Pay no mind to the paynim dancer
Across the field, so far, so near.
No, Sir Andrew, what are your doing?
When swords begin to sing
Stopping to look at that soft-eyed damsel . . .
Really, my boy, it's not the thing.
Oh, Sir Andrew, what did I tell you?
Stars and tree tops are all that you see.
Who would win the Western Crown,
Made of sterner stuff must be.
Go, Sir Andrew, put off your armor,
Thought you wear no crown of bay
Find a lady to give you comfort:
You wouldn't want to waste the day.
"Long ago, the West Kingdom bards decided to produce poems for every fighter in each crown lists. We carried this on for several years before finally faltering. A large number of bards were required, since the lists kept getting larger and eventually the effort involved wore us out. Even so, we published two volumes of the best of the fighter poems. I was president of the college of bards of the West Kingdom at that time and I regard that effort as perhaps the most satisfying thing I ever achieved in the SCA." -- Steven MacEanruig
The West Kingdom History Website was created by and is maintained by Hirsch von Henford (mka Ken Mayer).