Original Song: Kerridwen's Ride

No shit... there we were!
In my early days of the SCA, I dwelt in the Outlands and had a number of other young bold household mates, including Keridwen Andersdottir. Keridwen was (and still is) a Registered Badass and was a terror on the armored field... there was one battle where we came back to a muster point and everyone started hearing about how she'd overwhelmed the line by USING ONE OF THE OTHER TEAM'S SHIELDS AS A RAMP. ... so MAANNNNY years later, this became a song. Love you Dwen!

"Keridwen's Ride" 

Gavin Kent, AS XLI

In the sun and the dust did the Outlands stand fast;

The spear and the sword and the shield;

For the foeman stood fierce, most determined and staunch;

Their spear points unwilling to yield.

In the ranks stood a maiden, a Valkyrie true;

With spear and with fine armor bright;

The noble Stag’s line, she surveyed with a glance;

For her guile was a bold as her might.

In the ranks stood the brightest of baronies vast;

Shoulder to shoulder they fought;

But their numbers were few, and the enemy keen;

From each side, advantage was sought.

At a word from the warlord of the noblest Stag;

Came forces to answer the call;

To the Flank my fine lads!  The Valkyrie sang;

So did pebbles small swell to a wall.

With crash and with thunder did the shield line push on;

Inch by inch onward they swept;

And with spear and with fury the Outland lass pressed,

Through and onto the enemy stepped.

Then too came the wild Al-Baranian troops;

Their battle-cries fresh on the air;

The enemy crumbled, their lines fell like straw;

To the troops of the spear-maiden fair.

In the wake of the battle, the stories surged forth;

Of the might of the Lady afield;

That she strode on the backs and the shields of the foe;

Bring death when they never would yield.

To the Stag went that day the victorious wreath;

In the sweat and the heat of the sun;

And let it be told, from Locach to Caid;

From the Stag’s war-maids, wise men all run.