Tune : Battle Hymn of the Republic
Chorus:
Chorus:
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
Glory, glory, what a colorful bruise I've got
And I ain't gonna fight no more.
My legs have felt the pounding of a hundred thousand blows
Times my sword has broken only God in Heaven knows
Each blow upon my helmet jolts me clear down to the toes
And I ain't gonna fight no more.
On the morning of the Tourney I stepped bravely on the field
and then I saw my foeman and my senses they did real
he was 6'5, 300 pounds and forged of steel
and I ain't going to fight no more.
He cracked my shield and broke my helm and beat me to the ground
my armour lay in tatters all the tourney field around
they gathered it together though one boot they never found
and I aint going to fight no more.
And when the melee teams were picked, my heart was full of fear
they put me in the formost line although I craved the read
the blows I took disabled me for almost half a year
and I ain't going to fight no more.
Now when tourneys come around I watch them from the side
The blood and gore upon the field my body can't abide
And with the lovely ladies on the sidelines I reside
And I ain't gonna fight no more.
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