Christine the Good
and Paetyn Connla A.S. 29
Sung To The Tune Of Knapsack On My Back
I love a Roving Tourney, a chance to fight with steel,
And as I go, I love to kill with wounds that never heal...
Chorus
A challenge here, a challenge there,
One will live, one will die die die die die
A challenge here, a challenge there,
And one will surely die...
I traveled far, to Clinton's war, to seek my glory there,
And by nightfall, I will have bed, a buxom wench so fair...
I swaggered down, to Merchant's row,
to see what wares they sell,
A serving wench there caught my eye,
what is her name pray tell...
The evening past, with games of dice,
and drinks that toast the queen,
That serving wench, I found here there,
I kissed her and she screamed...
Her true love came, a running in, by the candle light,
Then the lord, he threw his glove,
and challenged me to fight...
He met me by, the castle wall, there we were to fight,
I drew my sword and parried,
but alas there twern't much light...
I thrust left, and he thrust right, and we both struck true,
Instead of one life spent that night,
I'm sad to say twas two...
A challenge here, a challenge there,
One shall live, one shall die die die die die
A challenge here, a challenge there,
And two that night did die..
Performer(s) Christine the Good