O, Carleton, our alma mater...

                No, that's not the right song...

We come from St. Olaf, we sure are the real stuff...

                Wrong again...

The Nordleigh Song 

To the tune of The Great, Grand, Gory, and Glorious, Whip-em-Into-an-Orgasmic-Battle-Frenzy, Blacken the Hills with Bodies, Yee-Hah Let's Kick Some Kitty Butt And Go Have Pizza, Northshield Doo Dah Ditty

We scamper 'neath the Snowflake's wing;
Silliness to all we bring!
On the field, in Bardic Ring,
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Squirrels dancing on your head,
By the valiant Bridgette led.
Run away or you'll be dead!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Rodents, we, with tales unfurled;
We are clawed and fanged squirrels!
Welcome to our frigid world.
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Bats or penguins on our shield?
Nay! To that we cannot yield!
"North" is "nord," but what is "field"?
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Belting you with salted nuts;
Fangs and claws that slash and cut!
Yah, sure, we like gore and guts!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

From the Canon we do hail.
There we bathe our bushy tails.
Its waters rush on without fail.
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Rodents rampant, colored gold:
Brave are we, and also bold!
(Just wish we weren't so darn cold!)
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Saints and Dragons, Rome-antics:
Courtly Love and Bardic Schtick:
Last courts, Chaucer, take your Pick!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Our names as fearsome as our bite;
Un-spellable, a dreadful sight:
Beware if you don't say them right!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

In vowels and consonants we reign;
Names never cease more length to gain.
Proudly known as Herald's Bane!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Singing "Landlord" night and day.
Freak the mundanes so they stay
Far out of our fearsome way.
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Pun tax money pouring in!
Five cents per into the tin:
First year's only money in:
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Pun tax running at full clip:
Paying twenties for one trip!
Tax repeal makes puns less hip:
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Packed with squirrels in Lisa's care,
SCA-mobile extrordinaire!
"Are we almost halfway there?"
Nordleigh comes upon you!

From spirit's hill to land of Knights
We'll scurry to our gath'ring sites
Romp we to our hearts' delight.
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Our natures blithe, but be it known:
We answer danger with fearless tone.
If threat comes to one of our own,
Nordleigh comes upon you!

See our martial diligence.
Teach us all to fight and fence:
Soon you'll need some more defense!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Like the winter's harshest cold;
Like the Viking men of old;
Like the wolf upon the fold;
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Squirrels from high upon the hill,
Squirrels from river valley will
Unite to sing and fight and kill!†
Nordleigh comes upon you!

We in coats of gold and black,
Tail to tail and back to back,
Singing as we slash and hack!
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Though you fought in battle brave,
Nothing now your souls can save.
Piling acorns on your grave,
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Saint Anthony of Kellogg stands,
Guarding us in foreign lands--
Seneschals and travelling bands.
Nordleigh comes upon you!

Should stranded by the road we be
In need of aid or transport free
Who saves us but St. Anthony?
Nordleigh comes upon you!