From The Known Words 1, long out of print and replaced by The Known Words, which doesn’t include this (among others) due to it being not of sufficiently high standard:

This is a filk of Green Grow The Rushes, Oh, written for and about various people in the Shire of Politarchopolis. Follow along carefully:

 Kiriel du Papillon is just famous. If you don’t know her, you missed out.

Ysabeau Chanteuse was our Seneschal when this was written, and is now the proud mother of Catherine Chanteuse.

Lorenzo Erudini, as he was known at the time, had a penchant for luminous tights, from which he appears to have since repented.

Cavs, or cavaliers, are the just-post-period swordsmen you see occasionally when there are no Laurels around. They all have goatees. It’s the law.

The Crossroads Foundation is a group of medievalists (some might say “loonies”) who are working on a medievally inspired village to be erected outside the Shire of Torlyon, mundanely Yass.

The Pauls are a problem. When I joined the SCA I was one of nine Pauls (Paul the Furry, Paul the Flexible, Paul the Elder, Paul the Taller, Paul the Bottle, Paul the Other One It’s Got Bells On, and so on). That’s why everyone now calls me Eric.

[1993]

I’ll sing you one, oh, red glows my feasting gear
What is your one, oh?

One is Mistress Kiriel, who cannot be compared, no!
Two for our Ysabeau, with an extra mouth to feed, oh…
Three, three, the grey lumps in my soup…
Four for the serves of raw beef…
Five for the Autocrat’s panic attacks…
Six for the six main courses…
Seven for the colours in Lorenzo’s tights…
Eight for the Cavs with goatees…
Nine for the Crossroads planners…
Ten for the mugs of mead I drunk…
Eleven for the Pauls that fill the halls…
Twelve for the stumbling dancers…