Come forth my valiant enemies,
I know you are not few,
Come forth with baldes and guns in hand,
And you dark deeds do.
Come forth for all the world to see
Cut me down here and throughly
Shot and slash my blood all free
And end for me this misery.
Where does the hero run for aid?
To whom may a guardian turn?
Do any fight for the hired blade?
From whom does a teacher learn?
If I am chosen to defend,
Who then will my wound