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Ealdormere's Muster in the Rain

Opening Ceremonies, Pennsic War XXXI, Aug A. S. XXXVII (Aug 2002)

A drop of rain can’t stop our flood

Our voices raised against the thunder

A mustering line hundreds strong

Too strong to ever break asunder

We walk the hill awash in mud

First to arrive upon the field

Clothes hang damp but not our spirits

With fortitude our folk are dealed

“Court’s now indoors!” the heralds cry

And so we march the long way back

Singing still our joyous refrains

The howling of our wolfen pack

Within the barn dark puddles pool

As we lift wooden rafters high

Our bards to lead us in our song

That makes the hardy weep and cry

We are the land that always sings

And prouder I could never be

To come from northern Ealdormere

To be a Wolf that’s strong and free