by Joseph Anderson
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sung to the tune of Richard Cory by Paul Simon

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It's said the Sword of Ares
Has no peer in all this land
With fine lords crawling on their bellies
Just to kiss her hand.
A military genius and the source of Ares' smile
She is merciful and noble with
Power, grace, and style

(Chorus)
But I serve in her infantry
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yes, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The Sword of Ares

Kimberly has a hundred names
In a hundred different lands
Where she has slain a hundred kings
With her own two bloody hands.
And they come to pay her tribute
Like sheep coming to be sheared
No matter what she's called
It must be fine to be so feared

(Chorus)
But I serve in her infantry
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yes, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The Sword of Ares

Her campaigns in the Far East
Filled all the world with dread
With captured treasure piled
High as the countless dead.
And the sacked and broken cities
Bewailed loud their lot.
She really must be happy
With everything she's got

(Chorus)
But I serve in her infantry
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yes, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The Sword of Ares

Young Jilly and tall Weldon
Could be warlords on their own
But prefer to serve Great Kimberly
And would die for her alone.
Weldon is her lover
And Jilly like her child
They forgive her drunken temper
And pretend it's only mild

(Chorus)
But I serve in her infantry
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yes, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The Sword of Ares

Even her precious helmet
Is worth many ransomed kings
And of her brilliant victories
All the world sings
So I prayed to Zeus for answers
When the frightened herald said
Unarmed she charged a line of lancers
Kimberly is dead

(Chorus)
But I serve in her infantry
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Yes, I wish that I could be
Oh, I wish that I could be
The Sword of Ares