Eight plus ten, six times three, there are many ways to get to me. Nine times two, only you, can unlock all the rules.
The jesters play in the courtyard while the king sits upon his throne.
There’s no time for frolicking, when the war drums start to play.
Go on you boys, put down your toys, warriors have come to town.
Go on you girls, hide all your pearls, they come to take our crown.
The maidens hustle to keep the peace, while the nobles “take a trip”.
There’s no time for ale and wine, when barbarians near with their ships.
Go on young men, pick up your steel, It’s time to shed some blood.
Go on young lass, don’t you look back, steer clear of the grime and the mud.