Wulf Den has much better beer....
Bum duh duh bum duh duh bum duh duh bum duh duh bum bum bum bum bum.

All hail to the camp DarkYard, with warriors brave and strong
And we love to march and drum for you and sing your fightin' song,
At the end of the day when the East is slain and the armor's all been shed
It's down the hill you bet your codpiece we're a gonna head.

c.

All hail to our Chief Faelchon, so brave and so stern
And ya think that after all these years of bitchin' we'd a learned
That when the lads are liquored up, we prob'ly should not sing
Well kiss our ass cause we're the fools and beer is what we bring

c.

To the spinning head of Kalia whom this year has sure been missed
And I bet if she heard us singin' 'bout her, she would sure be pissed
Well in her absence and Arian's too, we raise our glasses high
If you can hear us this Pennsic night well here's mud in your eye.

c.

All hail to the clan Wulf Den, whose parties sure don't suck
And we hope that when you journey home you get a real good.... sleep
And hail this Pennsic evening which has joined us all as one
Now drink your ale let's have some fun, this evening's just begun.

Beware of Snax
The pint sized drunken fool
For he's claimed the mind of many a man
And he'll get the best of you.

Beware the bog camp Wulf Den... for there's a priestess who
Has magic powers and potions... and a trick up her sleeve or two
Many a man has fallen... thinking that she's such a beaut
But when you're not a lookin'... she'll turn you to a newt.

Beware of Emer
The queen of mystic power
Be captured by her beauty
And be dead within the hour.

Beware the bog camp Wulf Den... for there's a lady who
Is neat, petite, and oh so sweet but don't you be no fool
'Cause She'll curse and swear and tear your hair and beat you till you nearly die
Then leave you by the roadside and mutter but a sigh (*sigh*)

Beware of Wren
The Crown Princess of Pain
Cause she'll kick and bite and scratch and beat you
'Til no life does remain.

Beware the Bog Camp Wulf Den for there's a mixer who
Will tell ya that it's chocolate milk or just some fruity brew
So take a sip or take a gulp it doesn't really matter 'cause
By the end of the evening you're gonna have a buzzzzzzz

Beware of Vidal
Pennsic's King of Booze
Be carefull of his bodas
Or you might just lose your shoes... or boots.

Beware of the Bog Camp Wulf Den for they're a motley crew
Scoundrels, thugs and vagabonds and a criminal or two
By day they are quite pleasant ...but night is right around the bend

Now he was broke and down on luck,
for he had spent the day
'A drinkin' whiskey and porter
at the pub down by the bay

Now, having spent the whole weeks' worth
of wages at the bar
He knew he'd better think of something
quickly 'cause not far,

His wife and children waited for him
to bring home some food
And showing up with empty hands
was anything but good.

On his way home he walked along
the road down by the woods
And he came across a little man
who only three foot stood

His curiosity then grew,
for he had once been told
That Leprechauns were 'bout that tall
and owned a pot of gold.

So he walked up to the little man,
and inquired of his size
And he asked him 'bout that pot of gold,
with a twinkle in his eyes

The man said, "Aye, a Leprechaun I am,
but this you see
To get me pot of gold
I first must have my way with thee."

Now thinkin' 'bout this act
had Tavis so very perplexed,
But thinkin' 'bout that pot of gold
had Tavis thinkin' Sex

So dropping to his hands and knees
he cautiously gave way
For the little man to mount him
in that "very special way".

Now, tears filled up in Tavis' eyes
'til he could hardly see,
And he cried "I can't believe
I'm lettin' you do this to me!"

We tell you stories, tell you jokes,
We even sing some songs,
And when you think you've heard enough
That's when the night gets long.

Chorus:
We're the drunken men of WulfDen
A fierce and fightin' crew,
And if you're not afraid of us
Sit down and drink some brew.

Donal hails from we know not where,
But we know he'll skin your hide.
And Bai Xiou Hu will come for you
With pickaxe by his side.

Maim and kill the Claymore will,
Tavis' sword will bring your death
And Snax beguiled will make you smile,
Laughing 'till your final breath.

Chorus

Vidal the man, the mixer man
Will quench you then he'll flee.
Tariq Yazid will then bring mead,
And liquored you will be.

Nicholas and his French kiss
Will heave your lady's chest,
And then Murdock and his big... tent
Will take care of the rest!

Chorus

Valkor's swillin', the ciders chillin'
And we're all drunk off our ass.
The women are pissed, but they'll be missed
When we give them our hall pass.

We're horny, drunk and in bad form
But the night is still so young,
And liquor leads us to believe
That we all are double hung!

Chorus

When Ol' Dad hoarfs and he's a corpse,
We've reached party status at last!
We'll tie his toe to the Tree of Woe,
And kick him as we pass.

We'll party now 'till the witching hour
And well into the night,
And when we think that we can drink
Faelchon comes in at first light...

Ending Chorus