(c) 2002 Justin Eiler and Susanna Rodriguez. Tune: "No Man's Land", by Eric Bogle.
Notes:
G C Am
Well, how do you do, young Moggy the Squire,
D G D
I just noticed I almost sat where you expired.
G C Am
Now they've carted you off of the hot tourney field.
D C G
Did you stand your ground, when 'twas smarter to yield?
Am
I see, by those bruise marks, you were fighting a knight,
D7 G D
And as you stood your ground, well it was quite a sight.
G Am
Did you stand tall and strong, believing in your might?
D C G
Or did you miss a parry when he turned out the lights?
Chorus:
D C G
Did they beat the drums slowly, did they play the pipes lowly,
D C G
Did the knight smile sweetly as he knocked you down?
C D
Did he laugh as the ground rose to meet you?
G C D G
Did he chuckle aloud as he beat you?
The banners wave proudly o'er the field today,
There's a great clash of arms where the fighters all play.
The fanfare that plays for everyone to hear.
Goes well with the ringing going on in your ears.
Now there's one more squire that's been smeared to pate.
And now there's one less red-belted squire in the fray.
Did you think that your red belt would hold all in sway?
Did you think that you might win the tourney today?
And I can't help but wonder, young Moggie, m'lad,
'Cause your technique was good, and your form wasn't bad.
But it seemed that your armor's of rhino-hide made
So that you did not feel the sting of their blades
Well, Moggie, m'laddy, you must have a twin.
'Cause the Duke is now pummeling him with a grin.
Yes, Moggie the Squire, it will happen again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.
(Last verse optional)
So a word to the wise is sufficient, it seems,
Here in the Knowne World, we fight for our dreams.
And though the swords may not be made of steel
When you fight in the lists, then treat them as real.
For woe to the fighter, the squire or the knight
Who will not acknowledge the blows that alight.
Stand by your honor, play fair in the fight,
And whatever you do, don't call good blows "Light."