His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And She'd give half her dowry
Just to change the way he feels
She knows he's bound for Knighthood
And she knows he's gonna play
Well, it ain't no picnic lady
bein a squire in the SCA
(Chorus)
Well, it's shields and swords
It's Bards and Lords
It's the howl of a fallen foe
It's the white on the belt
It's the maidens who melt
when he kneels for king and crown
It's steel and straps
It's leather scraps
It's spurs and chivalry
It's the dirt and the rain
It's the hope and the pain
bein a squire in the SCA
She does her best to push him
pick him up when he falls
But his want for it controls a man
As he answers to the call
And it's good luck squire, go get em.
When it's time for him to play
You know she wants him to get out there
And be a Knight in the SCA
(Chorus)
It'll push a squire over
It'll make him a better man
And he'll spend his very last dollar
Just to get to the next event
And a drink of brew, and a bruise or two
may be nothing left to say
For all the years he spent fighting
as a squire in the SCA
(Chorus)
Well, it's shields and swords
It's Bards and Lords
It's the howl of a fallen foe
It's the white on the belt
It's the maidens who melt
when he kneels for king and crown
It's steel and straps
It's leather scraps
It's spurs and chivalry
It's the dirt and the rain
It's the hope and the pain
bein a squire in the SCA
It's the steel and the blood
It's the honor and love
bein a squire in the SCA
Stumble!