Notes: Its a little bit awkward, and RUINED my formatting! but I needed a fight song for Igen Weyr's Damascin wing on Pernworld. Sing to the tune of "Beer for My Horses" by Toby Keith. You can meet Wingleader Aoriya, Divine Passage of Flame brown Omasuth's rider, and the rest of the natives of Igen Weyr at their wikidot page at... igenweyrpw(dot)wikidot(dot)com/


Well the roll comes in from the drumtower at noon

said somebody's been shot somebody's been accused

somebody cheated on their weyrmate

somebody drummed out the cry

the Old Foe came to call and didn't get too far

No thread didn't fall too far

Well the Weyrlingmaster said, back in my day, son

A man had to answer when the call to battle come

Take all the firestone in the mines

Trust your lifemate and your wings

Sear the shiny silver ribbons as they turn on the breeze

For all the holders to see

That good times are the one thing you should always find

Gotta to strap up your lifemate Gotta Fly a tight line

When the thread char settles we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

And we'll raise up our glasses, cheer on the Weyr's forces

Whiskey for my wingmen, beer for our bronzes

We got too many renegades doing dastardly deeds

too many long faces, too much drama on scene

It's time we sang a good song, passed white Benden around!

Celebrate the latest weyrlings, cause life Turned round anew!

You know

Good times are the one thing you should always find

You got to strap up for battle

You got to fly a tight line

When the thread char settles we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

And we'll raise up our glasses cheer on the Weyr's forces

Singing whiskey for my wingmen, beer for our bronzes

He said

Good times are the one thing you should always find

You got to strap up for battle

You got to fly a tight line

When the thread char settles we'll sing a victory tune

And we'll all meet back at the local saloon

And we'll raise up our glasses cheer on the Weyr's forces

Singing whiskey for my wingmen, beer for our bronzes