[NoteWorthy ArtWare][NoteWorthy Composer]7Evelyn V. AldenAanwh Fighter's AlphabetNY_F20.50000000 0.50000000 0.50000000 0.50000000Times New Roman Times New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanTimes New RomanStaffStandardôÿ(@ÑA's for the Ar-mor I brought out on loan. B's for the Bruis-es that bla-zon my bones. C's for Crown Tourn-ey, where the chi-val-ry's found. And D's for the Duke I must fight the first round. Me-rri-ly, Me-rri-ly, so mer-ry fight we, no mor-tal on earth like a fight-er can be. Bash a-way, lay on, and nev-er strike wrong. Give a fight-er his mead, and he'll fight all day long.æE's for the Earl Mar-shall mak-ing the rules. F's for the foe-men, we think they're all fools. G's for the Glor-y to aug-ment our names. And H for the her-ald that but-chers our names.ÚI's for the Inj-ur-ies got on the field. J's for the Junk-yards we plow for our steel. K's for the King, to whom hon-or is owed. And L's for the Lady who's answ-er is NO!çM's for the mar-shall who's call-ing out HOLD. N's for that Nov-ice who beat me so bold. O's for the Ord-ers the King loves to give. And P's for the pole-arm that's pound-ing my shield.îQ's for the Quag-mire when storm-clouds do pour. R's for Ratt-an which we need for our swords. S for the Shield wall that march-es all wrong. And T's for the Tour-ney that's runn-ing too long.æU's for the urch-ins that run on the field. V is for Vik-ings with cen-ter-grip shields. W's the war where we all al-most drowned. And X marks the spot where the site can't be found.ßY's for the Yule-tide, we drink 'til we're spent. Z is for Zero at northern e-vents.It's al-so the end of my song at this time, for now I have set all the lett-ers in rhyme.™ŒùC      úF   úC úG7         úC úCÿÿÿúG   úFÿ  úC  úC      úG7   úC úC    úC     úD   úG  úD      úG   úC úCÿÿÿúG   úFÿ  úC   úC      úG7   úC