I stood talking at the main gates,
When I heard the noises outside.
I aimed my bow for the guards’ sake,
And hit the ground with a sigh.

We outnumbered them one to two,
But these odds ceised to matter.
The cry came to “run them through”,
And the Guardsmen all got battered.

Oh – I pledged my service to the Realm,
And now I lie in the dirt.
If only I had armour and helm,
There’d be no blood on my shirt.

Now comes the cavalry,
Again too late to save.
We take the wounded to the sadalry,
And lay them on the hay.

So now the healers look at my wounds,
My comrades battered and bruised.
There’s no life I’d rather lead,
At least we keep the healers amused!

Oh – I pledged my service to the Realm,
And now I lie in the dirt.
If only I had armour and helm,
There’d be no blood on my shirt.