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