A Warrior Bold

By Edwin Thomas

In days of old, when knights were bold,
And barons held their sway,
A warrior bold, with spurs of gold,
Sang merrily his lay,
Sang merrily his lay;
“My love is young and fair,
My love hath golden hair,
And eyes so blue, and heart so true,
That none with her compare.
So what care I, though death be nigh,
I’ll live for love or die,
So what care I, though death be nigh,
I’ll live for love, or die.”

So this brave knight, in armor bright,
Went gayly to the fray;
He fought the fight, but ere the night,
His soul had pass’d away,
His soul had pass’d away.
The plighted ring he wore
Was crushed and wet with gore,
Yet ere he died he bravely cried:
“I’ve kept the vow I swore.
So what care I, though death be nigh,
I’ve fought for love and die,
So what care I, though death be nigh,
I’ve fought for love, for love, for love I die.”

Sent in by L. D. E. Boston

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