Camlann's Faire Poem by Gavin Anderson

To Camlann towne and yonder faire,
My friend I bid thee make,
To joine me in the splendour there,
And in the fun partake.

Sic gaeytie hath not been seen
Since Arthur's happie daes,
When freelie met the grand and mean
And freelie crost their waes.

And jousting clashes fill the air
As horse meets horse mid-run;
The greate and myghtie lords declare
Which knyghte hath justlie won.

The food is surelie heaven-sent
And fit for onlie there;
For never mortal hand hath lent
Sic boarde as Camlann's Faire.

Of pleasures lacking, there's but one:
The presence of your person there.
Without you there, it is na' fun,
Though it be Camlann's Faire.