A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…
For this morning he fought on the side of the east
Defending our men from the fierce western beast
But before the sun crests or the hour has grown dear
He’ll fight for the mid without shedding a tear….
He tells all who listen Northshield has his heart
It isn’t quite treason, this perfidious art,
For he is very earnest, this lord sometimes ours
And he stands with the gumption of thirty one towers.
I remember distinctly the last war he was in
It seemed to me that he’d spread himself thin
He fought for the Bridge, he fought for the Moon
Drank Canadian whiskey and slept until noon.
He dons tabards of blue, of purple, of gold
We only know it is him by the shield that he holds
Soon a flag we will fly from the top of his helm
So he’ll recall who he is as he wanders the realm.
In the middle of battle came a merry “hello”
To which he responded a cheery “hey ho”
His shiremates yelled “get him” and get him they did
He had to trade shields so he could stay hid!
So here is the moral of this little tale
A word of advice that never will fail
When you are a fighter a playing the field,
Recall that shires are like ladies, they care not to yield!
A lord should be steady,
A lord should be true
And I know a lord who
Is this through and through
An honest man we know him to be
And some day all of the realm will know his loyalty…