Verse 1

He was born in the S. C. A.

He'll be in until Judgement Day

He can't help his volunteering ways

Helping out, most every Daaaay

Baron. Baron Aran, Marshall of Caid.

Verse 2

You can't use that tin can here

You've got to use some safer gear

Please put some foam on that nasty spear

Don't shoot your arrows over here

Baron. Baron Aran, Marshall of Caid.

Verse 3

Hauling stuff both day and night

Making events go straight and right

Authorizing Newbies, everyone in sight

And still he goes out and fights

Baron. Baron Aran, Marshall of Caid 

Verse 4

Setting up his A Frame tent

Period clothes and dinette set

For a Viking, he's pretty elegant

And he'll give your helm a dent

Baron, Baron Aran, Marshall of Caid

Verse 5

Making certain we all play fair

He has lots of energy to spare

When there's work, his hands in the air

Other Barons just don't compare

Baron, Baron Aran, Marshall of Caid.