Waltzing Pavillions
by Aiofe O’Kirwan / Emme Attewater
to the tune of "Waltzing Matilda"
There was a jolly Viking camped along the tourney field,
Here in the Mists, in our fair King's city,
And he lazily placed his tent pegs into sandy soil,
Not thinking of waltzing pavillions was he.
(Chorus)
Waltzing pavillions, waltzing pavillions,
Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?
And he lazily placed his tent pegs into sandy soil,
Not thinking of waltzing pavillions was he.
Along came a Baron, long before his gear was
stowed, Up jumped the Viking, one, two, three.
"I've some gluug in my bag, I'm honored if you'll share it sir!"
Not thinking of waltzing pavillions was he.
(Chorus)
Waltzing pavillions, waltzing pavillions,
Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?
"I've some gluug in my bag, I'm honored if you'll share it sir!
Not thinking of waltzing pavillions was he.
Just before sunset, a high wind found them drinking still,
Up popped the tent pegs, one, two, three.
And they sang as they chased their canvas cross the tourney field
"Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?"
(Chorus)
Waltzing pavillions, waltzing pavillions,
Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?
And they sang as they chased their canvas cross the tourney field
"Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?"
Now if you have a dome tent, camouflaged with dagging 'round,
Or if your pavillion's a period piece,
Do be sure that your tent pegs are firmly into solid ground...
Or you'll go a waltzing pavillions with me!
(Chorus)
Waltzing pavillions, waltzing pavillions,
Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?
And they sang as they chased their canvas cross the tourney field
"Will you go a waltzing pavillions with me?"
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