Knights of Old

In days of yore
Of damsels and maids
Of women most fair
When battle was made

A mighty steed
A rampant charger
Dazzling armour
A knight sat proud

A lance in his hand
Spurs on his feet
He threw down the gauntlet
Cast his gage

Of rage and fury
On battlefield bleak
Judge and jury
And justice did reek

Gods will be done
Trial by combat
A test of arms
Running the lists

A lance in his hand
An axe, A sword
Maybe a mace
The weapons of a lord

Shield bedecked
With scarlet eagle
A griffin rearing
The three lion device

The sanctity of arms
The benediction of might
The blessing of arms
The glory of battle

The power of might
The right of power
Razing villages to the ground
E’en the flower filled bower

Men without charms
To the slaughter like cattle
Serfs and peasants