When some loud fighter tries to put me down
I take my sword and helm
And tell him right away
What's the matter m'lord, ain't you heard of my shire?
It's number one in the realm.
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So be true to your shire
Just like you would to your lady, lords,
Be true to your shire, now
Go get your shields and swords
Be true to your shire.
I got a twisted cord with a grant of arms
I got from Peers of the realm
I proudly wear it now
When I travel off to other tournaments now
They know where I am from.
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Next weekend we'll be going to the Pennsic Wars
And I'll be ready to fight
We're gonna kill 'em now
My lady will be working on a cloak and gown
We're gonna revel tonight.
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