| I looked to find examples on the field of chivalry
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| I saw mighty arms much stronger than my arms would ever be
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| And I thought perhaps the field was not for me
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| But I stayed and watched the fighting 'til one figure stood apart
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| In armour newly fashioned and a helm more pot than art
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| But each blow was thrown with honour and a lightness of the heart
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| So I took that step which soon became a start
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| 'Cause she was not the biggest fighter nor one to raise a fuss
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| But I remember being proud that she was one of us
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| And we might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side
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| But because of her I lift my sword with pride
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| She was ladylike and lively, not the type you would expect
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| With a braver heart than many and a slot-shot to respect
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| I guess she’d once decided this was where she’d like to be
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| And I thought if she could do it, why not me
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| 'Cause she was not the biggest fighter nor one to raise a fuss
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| But I remember being proud that she was one of us
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| And we may never stand together in the shield-wall side by side
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| But because of her I lift my sword with pride
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| So now as I gather armour, bits and pieces here and there,
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| I think about examples: how you act, and what you dare
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| 'Cause you never know who’s watching or how far the story goes
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| And where’er that Lady is I hope she knows
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| 'Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss
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| But I remember being proud that she was one of us
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| And we might never stand together in the shield-wall side by side
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| But because of her I lift my sword with pride
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| We may never stand together in the shield-wall side by side
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| But because of her I lift my sword with pride! |