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A warrior named Buckshot was proud
He would win, then he'd boast and get loud
He won with vim and vigor
but the armies he fought would grow bigger
Till the master grew seasoned and bowed
Now the warrior grew grizzled and old
To fight solo he couldn't afford
Goods deposits need filled
So he joined with his guild
The warriors spirits restored
Now he fights along side other warriors
As the merchants fall all of the coffers
They laugh as they plunder
Striking terror like thunder
Take no prisoners regardless of offers
Come join with the lost knights and see
Just how awesome a guildie can be
We win and we lose
but regardless we choose
To have fun and be family
He would win, then he'd boast and get loud
He won with vim and vigor
but the armies he fought would grow bigger
Till the master grew seasoned and bowed
Now the warrior grew grizzled and old
To fight solo he couldn't afford
Goods deposits need filled
So he joined with his guild
The warriors spirits restored
Now he fights along side other warriors
As the merchants fall all of the coffers
They laugh as they plunder
Striking terror like thunder
Take no prisoners regardless of offers
Come join with the lost knights and see
Just how awesome a guildie can be
We win and we lose
but regardless we choose
To have fun and be family