Spiritus Pennsicus

You loud lament the world has grown mundane
And chivalry and honor passed away.
Alas, you mourn, for Arthur who lies slain.
King David? Hector? All interred in clay.
Oh where, you ask, shall any find today
Valiant men like those in days of old?
Hear then my tale, and keep despair at bay,
Recalling heroes past and deeds of valor bold.

Yea, I have seen upon the dusty plain
At Pennsic, midst the banners bright and gay,
A sight that would have heartened Charlemagne.
Kings and their armies hear "Lay on!" and they
On that great field of glory brave the fray,
Vying for honour, dearer far than gold.
My heart enraptured sees this proud display,
Recalling heroes past and deeds of valor bold.

Yes, here I know we do not dream in vain.
At Pennsic, for a time, we make time stay
And ancient Worthies walk the world again.
Keep faith, my friends, at Pennsic, where we may
Once more enjoy the sun of yesterday.
Vivat the Dream! It lies not dead and cold
As long as we at Pennsic feast and play,
Recalling heroes past and deeds of valor bold.

O Prince and people, heed my words, I pray.
Repeat this thought when Pennsic tales are told:
The Pennsic spirit none shall ever slay,
Recalling heroes past and deeds of valor bold.