Words: Mikal Hrafspa (Mikal the Ram)
Music: Gwendalyn Fayrfax
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This first poem was written in honor of the Calontir army. They seemed to always be enticing me to take up armored combat for the first two years I was new to the kingdom. This poem was more self defense than humor.
Proud as I am of the banner flying
High on the field of battle
Proud as I am of companions stout
And the armor's warlike rattle
I cannot go to war today, I cannot bear a sword
It grieves me so to disappoint the Huscarls and my lord
I would fight if my helm fit right
But my chainmail I must mend
My plate's got dents and there's mighty rents
in my favorite gambezon
My lady will not let me
My friends say I'm to dear
So take my place at the shieldwall
I'll wait for you right here
Long did I sing of the battle's glories
Drinking a toast to war
Long were the tales of those mighty deeds
That I had done before
I cannot go to war today, I cannot bear a sword
I would don my armor but I must keep my word
I would fight if my helm fit right
But my chainmail I must mend
My plate's got dents and there's mighty rents
in my favorite gambezon
My lady will not let me
They just brought in cold beer
So take my place at the shieldwall
I'll wait for you right here
Oh how I long to be marching with you
Out in the noonday sun
Banging around in that scorching plate
Feeling the hot sweat run
I cannot go to war today, I cannot bear a sword
I cannot suffer there beside the Huscarls and my lord
I would fight if my helm fit right
But my chainmail I must mend
My plate's got dents and there's mighty rents
in my favorite gambezon
My lady will not let me
And the feast is very near
So take my place at the shieldwall
I'll wait for you right here