I battle for the lady in blue, O
I carry her veil on my lance.
I face a very rough crew, O
But, God I love the steel shod dance.

Chorus:
So bring our your destriers tall
Bring out your polished plate;
Bring on the best of the chivalry here
I've a war lust to sate.

The banners of the nobles swing round, O
The wind whips them with a crack;
They make the very same sound, O
As my first opponent's back.

Chorus

A new challenger bears down, O
His lance settled firm in the rest.
I put him to the ground on his backside, O
And turn to sterner test.

Chorus

We gather for the grand melee, O
A field full of armored knights;
We trample through the fading day, O
'Twas never more a chivalrous might.

Chorus

I live for the thundering hooves, O
I live for the crowd's blood-roar;
For the chivalry and the honor of
Our little practice wars.

Chorus