HURLY BURLY MEN
(to the tune of Donovan's Hurdy Gurdy Man)
by Lordan the Darklyng
Celebrating the courage and insanity of House Bheithir
playing Hurley in the horrendous thunder & lightning storm at Pennsic.
Sung by Pyotr and House Ostrov at Mudthaw in March of 1998

Dark, when the clouds rolled in on high,
Thunder, Lightning filled the sky;
Blinding rain blocked every eye,
The Bheithir Men let out their cry!

'Tis then when the Hurly Burly men
Came swinging sticks of wood.
'Tis then when the drunken Bheithir men
Wacked anything they could...

(chorus)
Hurly Burly, Hurly Burly,
Hurly Burly they play-ay-ayed.
Hurly Burly, Hurly Burly,
Barely wetted they play-ay-ayed.

Sheltering in the Great Tent,
chugging Brew 'till they were bent,
The Bheithir Babes were swigging ale,
Won't be outdone by the males!

'Tis then when the sultry Bheithir girls
Refused to be outdone,
'Tis then when the foxy Bheithir femmes
Ran out to join the fun....

(chorus)
Hurly Girly, Hurly Girly,
Power Goddess at play-ay-ay
Hurly Girly, Hurly Girly,
Women leading the way-ay-ay.

Funnel clouds were rumored 'round,
We all feared that they'd touch down,
Uproot trees like they were sticks,
This could be our Last Pennsic!

'Tis then when the Hurly Burly men
Went running out to play...
Tis then when the drunken Bheithir men
Let nothing bar their way...

All pictures and text Copyright 2003
Originally appeared in The Mudpuppy
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