Oh Drunk Lord of Bards

Lord of Bards, to what shall we cheer?

For hope and faith in this nation   

As in your eyes, every drunk is a peer

So raise a glass of your holy libation! 

Lord of Bards, our faith is thrilling

So in dark times we’ll sing your praise

Another cup of golden filling

We’ll drink the darkness into a haze!

Lord of Bards, this boundless revelry

Has turned to a ritual plight

Our hearts tremble by this devilry 

Your libations will send us all benight!

Alas a nation has now succumb

The people’s faith could not suffice

So now alone your melodies you hum

Fore fanatic faith has its price

July 10th - 2023