^{By Lordan the Darklyng
Celebrating the courage and insanity of House Bheithir playing Hurly
in the horrendous thunder & lightening storm at Pennsic.
Sung by Pyotr and House Ostrov at MudThaw March, 1998}

^{Dark, when the clouds rolled in on high,
Thunder, Lightening filled the sky;
Blinding rain blocked every eye,
The Bheithir Men let out their cry!}

^{Tis then when the Hurly Burly men
Came swinging sticks of wood.
'Tis then when the drunken Bheithir men
Wacked anything they could...}

^{(chorus)
Hurly Burly, Hurly Burly,
Hurly Burly they play-ay-ayed.
Hurly Burly, Hurly Burly,
Barley vetted they play-ay-ayed.}

^{Sheltering in the Great Tent,
chugging Brew 'till they were bent,
The Bheithir Babes were swigging ale,
Won't be outdone by the males!}

^{'Tis then when the sultry Bheithir girls
Refused to be outdone,
Tis then when the foxy Bheithir femmes
Ran out to join the fun....}

^{(chorus)
Hurly Girly, Hurly 'Girly,
Power Goddess at play-ay-ay
Hurly Girly, Hurly Girly,
Women leading the way-ay-ay.}

^{Funnel clouds were rumored 'round,
We all feared that they'd touch down,
Uproot trees like they were sticks,
This could be our Last Pennsic!}

^{Tis then when the Hurly Burly men
Went running out to play...
Tis then when the drunken Bheithir men
Let nothing bar their way..."}