I am a knight valiente
An armoured cavalier
Who’s Chivalrous in combat
Oblivious to fear.
I ride upon a warhorse
None mightier was seen,
Prepared to fight a thousand
For the honour of my queen.
I am a lowly minstrel boy
No land or title mine,
I play the melodies I write
For bread and watered wine.
But I will walk the darkest paths
Dare swamp and shifting sand
To entertain the courtiers
And win my ladies hand.
I am a graceless gypsy lad
Who’s far beyond the law
I live by wits and thievery
Am vilified by all.
The ladies in the market town
Who shun me every day
Burn candles in the casement
When their masters are away.
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