Lyrics
Lord Cormac lived on Dresden Street; A mighty good fighter with a whiskery face.
He’d a beautiful style, so fast and neat, and to kill his opponents he carried a mace.
But he’d a sort of tipplin’ way: with a love for the liquor this Lord was born.
To win on the list field every day he’d a drop of the traitor every morn.
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Whack on a knight now, smite that Duke and clear the field with amazing grace.
Wasn’t it the truth I told to you: All who fought feared Cormac’s mace.
One morning Cormac felt quite full; his head felt heavy, his bones did ache.
He was fell’d with an axe and he broke his skull, so they carried him off, his corpse to wake.
They rolled him up in his chainmail grand, and laid him out upon the field.
With his mace and shield still in his hands, for never his hand that mace would yield.
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His friends assembled at the wake, and Baron Stephen declared a feast.
First they brought in bread and cheese, then soups and stews and a huge roast beast.
One of the fighters began to sigh: “Such a sneaky shot did you ever see?”
Lady Arwyn sobbed, “Why did you die? Such a mournful day for our Barony!”
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Then the Marshalls took up the cry: “Oh, no! He was killed with a legal blow!”
Brom Blackhand socked him in the eye, with a roar like a wounded buffalo.
Then commenced a great melee: ‘was novice to novice and squire to squire.
Lord Harald said to Hell with his Tree, and dove right in with his blood a’fire.
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Asgeirr Gunnarsson raised his head, when a bottle of whiskey flew at him.
It missed him, falling on the bead; the liquor spilled on Cormac’s chin.
Cormac revived, see how he rises! Cormac arising from the bed,
Says, “Save that shit for the damned post-revel! Next man who throws that booze is dead!”
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Notes: This song was written about Sir Cormac O'Sullivan, second Baron of the Barony of Three Rivers. He sadly passed away in 2018. In the facebook discussion about his passing this song was mentioned and lyrics posted which is when I picked the song up although I've never actually heard anyone else sing it. Fortunately it was to the tune of the song Finnegan's Wake which made the music easy to find.
A few other individuals are mentioned in the song. Brom Blackhand was one of the notable founding members of Calontir and wrote several songs. Lord Harald was instrumental in helping figure out how to run lists (the tournament brackets/trees for fighting) and teaching many others how to do so as well. Asgeirr Gunnarsson was the fifth king of Calontir.