The Kings Tournament

# The King’s Tournament

**Verse I**
Come gather round, good folk of town,
And hear the banners fly,
The gates are dressed in purple rose,
The trumpets shake the sky.
From Broken Spire to harbor stone,
From market stall to hall,
The King has called his champions forth—
So Westend, one and all!

**Chorus**
**Raise your cups and stamp your feet,**
**Let every hammer ring!**
**Steel will clash and horses race,**
**For glory and the King!**
**Hey-ho! Let the banners fly!**
**Hey-ho! Let the brave men sing!**
**There’s gold to win and tales to tell**
**At the Tournament of the King!**

**Verse II**
The merchants wager silver crowns,
The children choose their knight,
The bakers sell their honey cakes
From morning into night.
The smithies burn, the armor shines,
The taverns pour the ale,
And every fool who swings a sword
Has sworn he’ll never fail!

**Chorus**
**Raise your cups and stamp your feet,**
**Let every hammer ring!**
**Steel will clash and horses race,**
**For glory and the King!**
**Hey-ho! Let the banners fly!**
**Hey-ho! Let the brave men sing!**
**There’s gold to win and tales to tell**
**At the Tournament of the King!**

**Verse III**
A knight rode in from distant fields
With feathers on his helm,
He claimed no blade beneath the sun
Could match him in the realm.
He boasted loud from noon till dusk,
He drank three flagons dry—
Then lost his sword on his first swing
And nearly lost an eye!

**Crowd Refrain**
**HA! HA! Fill his cup!**
**Give the poor fool one more!**
**A champion when drinking—**
**But not upon the floor!**

**Verse IV**
The archers loose, the lances break,
The fighters trade their blows,
The healers curse the reckless lot
And mend their broken toes.
The judges shout, the bookies grin,
The crowd begins to roar,
And somewhere in the Market Ward
They’ve run clean out of boar!

**Chorus**
**Raise your cups and stamp your feet,**
**Let every hammer ring!**
**Steel will clash and horses race,**
**For glory and the King!**
**Hey-ho! Let the banners fly!**
**Hey-ho! Let the brave men sing!**
**There’s gold to win and tales to tell**
**At the Tournament of the King!**

**Verse V**
But when the final bell is struck
And sunset paints the wall,
The victor bows before the Crown
While Westend cheers them all.
For win or lose, the tale, folk