BS 25 The House Homme Anthem 
                                                   Ivar the Black
Sung To The Tune Of Home for a Rest by Spirit of the West

       You'll have to excuse me I'm not at my best, 
       I've been gone for a month, 
       I've been drunk since I left. 
       These so-called events, they will soon be my death, 
       I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest. 

We arrived on the site, and the night it was cold, 
We stayed by the fire where the stories are told. 
We never saw nothin' but brass hats and Peers, 
We got bored and we left when they stopped offerin' beers! 

The morning we woke up, our heads all abuzz, 
Our eyes felt like hot coals, our teeth had green fuzz. 
The Hommes were moanin', "Oh Death take us Please!" 
'Cause our tent was a furnace, a thousand degrees! 

The days we spend shiftless, and watching the world, 
The nights we spend drinking, and chasing the girls! 
They tease us and flirt as the parties close down, 
Then walk us to camp, but deny us a round! 

The bottle is empty, it's been a good night, 
The spirits we drank, are like ghosts on the sight. 
And now off to camp, c'mon sleep take me soon, 
And don't lift up our heads 'till the twelve bells of noon!