I take all the blame for this, and none of the credit. Malk Williams posted thusly to the LondonGlorantha Yahoo Group:
"Remember the talk on the Convulsiontinuum list a while back about the
now legendary Ilkley Moor Bar T'At Incident in the White Block Stairwell
in the early hours of Sunday morning at the last Continuum? And
remember that Jane suggested that a Gloranthan Version of what Big Alex
referred to as "The Weapon of Tyke Destruction", that should perhaps be
titled "Upland Marsh Bar T'At" (Where Durulz Play Football).
Well, ladies and gentlebeings, allow me to present for your Delectation,
amusement, and probably mild bemusement, Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Merry Christmas All of You, and Health, Wealth and Happiness for 2006.
- Malk.
Ps. I could easily have gone on, but nine verses plus chorus seemed an
elegant sufficiency. To say the least."
Upland Marsh Bar T'At
Malk Williams. Inspired by a title by Jane Williams (No relation).
Wheer ist tha goin' Humaktee? (Humaktee?)
To Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Wheer ist tha goin' Humaktee? (Humaktee?)
Wheer ist tha goin' Humaktee? (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus:
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
(Where the Ducks Play Trollball!)*
Why don't tha wear no 'At nor trews? (At nor trews?)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Why don't tha wear no 'At nor trews? (At nor trews?)
Why don't tha wear no 'At nor trews? (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
That's cos I'm under Humakt's geas! (Humakt's geas!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
That's cos I'm under Humakt's geas! (Humakt's geas!)
That's cos I'm under Humakt's geas! (Wi'owt me trousies on!)
Chorus.
Zombies'll come an' crack thy skull! (Crack thy skull!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Zombies'll come an' crack thy skull! (Crack thy skull!)
Zombies'll come an' crack thy skull! (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
Then Ghouls'll howl an' drive thee mad! (Drive thee mad!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Then Ghouls'll howl an' drive thee mad! (Drive thee mad!)
Then Ghouls'll howl an' drive thee mad! (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
Vampires'll slake their thirst on thee! (Thirst on thee!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Vampires'll slake their thirst on thee! (Thirst on thee!)
Vampires'll slake their thirst on thee! (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
Than tha'll belong to Delectee! (Delectee!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Than tha'll belong to Delectee! (Delectee!)
Than tha'll belong to Delectee! (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
Then tha shall wish tha'd worn thar 'at! (Worn thar 'at!)
In Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
Then tha shall wish tha'd worn thar 'at! (Worn thar 'at!)
Then tha shall wish tha'd worn thar 'at! (An' put tha trousies on!)
Chorus.
There is a Moral to this Tale! (To this Tale!)
Of Upland Marsh Bar T'At!
There is a Moral to this Tale! (To this Tale!)
There is a Moral to this Tale! (Wi'owt tha trousies on!)
Last Chorus:
Don't go to Upland Marsh!
Don't go to Upland Marsh!
Unless you take your 'at!
*
Can be substituted for any combination of:
Where Durulz Play...
Where the Ducks Play...
Where the Ghouls Play...