Ole Baron Taylor

by Baron William Taylor the Pure and the populace of Red Spears

Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his shieldmen three. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Honor Guard three. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Archers three. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his sheriffs three. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Knights three. "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Marshals three. "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Scribes three. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Fencers three. "Swish, Swish, Swish," went the fencers. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Cooks three. "We have a lovely hollandaise sauce" said the Cooks Guild. "Swish, Swish, Swish," went the fencers. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Heralds three. "Oyez, Oyez, Oyez," cry the heralds. "We have a lovely hollandaise sauce" said the Cooks Guild. "Swish, Swish, Swish," went the fencers. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Cartographers three. "’WE’ need more land!" cried the Baron. "Oyez, Oyez, Oyez," cry the heralds. "We have a lovely hollandaise sauce" said the Cooks Guild. "Swish, Swish, Swish," went the fencers. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry. Ole Baron Taylor was a mighty old soul, a mighty old soul was he, He called for his shield, he called for his sword, he called for his Baroness Gabby. "Well, I’d like you all to remember," said the Baroness. "’WE’ need more land!" cried the Baron. "Oyez, Oyez, Oyez," cry the heralds. "We have a lovely hollandaise sauce" said the Cooks Guild. "Swish, Swish, Swish," went the fencers. Number 7, there are no scribes in Red Spears! "Shut the F**k up and sign the paperwork," said the marshals "Bitch, Bitch, Bitch," went the knights. "Taxes, Taxes, Taxes!" said the sheriffs. Twang, twang, twang," went the archers. "We need a WAR!" cried the Honor Guard. "Beer, Beer, Beer," said the shieldmen, For mighty men are we, there’s none so fair as can compare with the Red Spears Infantry.