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I killed a hundred Saracens to glorify my dame —
A hundred ones lost their lives in her blessed name.
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But our crafty liege the king
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started a tournament for me.
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I hate all known kings — that’s not the game!
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But our crafty liege the king
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started a tournament for me.
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I hate all known kings — that’s not the game!
My stern opponent is a Round Table knight,
His Kingship hopes that he’ll o’ercome me with his might.
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My armor shines, I grip my lance,
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she casts at me a loving glance —
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Today I’ll laugh o’er that nonstarter’s right!
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My armor shines, I grip my lance,
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she casts at me a loving glance —
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Today I’ll laugh o’er that nonstarter’s right!
His coat of arms displays the block and gallows pole —
There with my lance I’m gonna make a round hole.
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As he’s in favor with the king,
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one day he ought to pay this thing.
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I don’t care for the king alone!
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As he’s in favor with the king,
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one day he ought to pay this thing.
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I don’t care for the king alone!
His Kingship said, “To beat you won’t hard for him!”
“Repose in peace, brave knight,” he added with a grin.
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I ought to sink into the grave
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in order that he wed my dame —
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Forgive me, God, but I despise the king!
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I ought to sink into the grave
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in order that he wed my dame —
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Forgive me, God, but I despise the king!
The sign is given, and we’re rushing for to meet —
The beaten earth is quaking under our steeds.
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Beyond all doubt, it’ll be —
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my goddess will belong to me.
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Today I don’t think about the kings!
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Beyond all doubt, it’ll be —
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my goddess will belong to me.
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Today I don’t think about the kings!
That’s quite alright — my stubborn foe has a rest.
He was a trustworthy king’s friend — true even to death.
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His Kingship has become enraged,
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but my success can’t be unmade.
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It doesn’t matter what lies in his chest!
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His Kingship has become enraged,
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but my success can’t be unmade.
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It doesn’t matter what lies in his chest!
...But there was no happy end with wedding rings:
The king again sent me to take the field o’erseas.
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I couldn’t find a way to fight
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because of he was in his right —
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It seems we ought to care for the kings!
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I couldn’t find a way to fight
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because of he was in his right —
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It seems we ought to care for the kings!
1969.
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