by Robear du Bois
1. See the bruise, how green it is.
But friend, it hasnít been so long
That it was blue
That is the spot my squire hit
Last week before the dust he bit,
It hurt like hell.
But squire I miss you,
You work like a slave.
And it really upsets me
That youíre in the grave.
2. He was big and not too bright,
And asked to be my squire one night,
When he was drunk.
We drank to that, then drank some more
And he threw up upon the floor.
And it sure stunk.
3. So then I taught him how to fight
Iíd hit his leg with all my might,
Till he was lame.
Then I surprised him with a mace,
I missed his shield, and hit his face,
I love to maim.
4. One tourney duke Paul came to slay.
I threw my squire in his way,
And ran like Hell.
Paul chewed him up and spit him out,
Knocked bits of armor all about,
He died real swell.
5 We came back when Duke Paul gone,
And found his body on the lawn
Or most of it.
We threw him in the garbage pit,
And stuck a broken sword in it,
It seemed to fit.