I battle for the lady in blue-o,
I carry her veil on my lance.
I face a very rough crew-o,
But how I love the steel shod dance.
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So bring on your destriers tall,
Bring on your polished plate.
Bring on the best of the chivalry here,
I've a war lust to sate.
The banners of the nobles swing round-o
The wind whips them out with a crack
They make the very same sound-o
As my first opponent's back
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A new challenger bears down-o
His lance settled firm in the rest.
I put him to the ground on his backside-o
And turn to a sterner test.
Chorus
We gather for the grand melee-o
A field full of armoured knights,
We trample through the fading day-o
'Twas ne'er more chivalrous might.
Chorus
I live for the thundering hooves-o
I live for the crowd's blood-roar
For the chivalry and the honor-o
Of our little practice war.
Chorus