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Come on me lads
Gather up all your things
We're hitting the road
When the cockerel sings
There's damsels to rescue
And fame to be had
We're going back home to the Flanaess!

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We'll slay a few dragons
And drink endless flagons
Of mead, wine and beer
As these dungeons we clear


We'll bed ugly women
We're so drunk we ain't givin' a damn
We're an adventuring band!

We'll remind all those monsters
How fast we can be
As we gut them for garters
And hang them from trees
The Wild Coast is wilder
And Badwall's still bad
We're going back home to the Flanaess!

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We'll bluster and blunder
And plunder whatever's at hand
We're an adventuring band!

Remember the Pomarj
Where once we laid siege
In the Drachensgrab Hills
At the side of our liege
He got skewered but oh
What a time we all shared
We're going back home to the Flanaess!

(Chorus)


We'll march to the Cairn Hills
And see there if Greyhawk still stands
We're an adventuring band!

In Nyr Dyv so deep
A sea serpent we'll fight
Then we'll travel through Welkwood
Where we'll camp for the night
And if we survive that
The Lortmils we'll cross
We're going back home to the Flanaess!

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These lands of our youth where
We acted uncouth on command
We're an adventuring band!

So come on me lads
Glory's stirring our souls
Get our cleric his symbol
Our wizard his scrolls
Our bard has his harp
And our druid has her sheep...
(Sheep? DEATH SHEEP FROM HELL!)
We're going back home to the Flanaess!

(Chorus)


We'll fight to the last
Though we're outclassed, outgunned and outmanned
We're an adventuring band!

We're an adventuring band!

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