Before I got to fighting (or when fighting got to me)
I looked to find examples on the field of chivalry
I saw mighty arms, much stronger than my arms would ever be
So I thought perhaps the field was not for me
But I stayed and watched the fighting till one figure stood apart
In armour newly fashioned, and a helm more pot than art
But each blow was thrown with honour and a lightness of the heart
So I took that step that soon became a start
(CHORUS:)
She was not the biggest fighter, nor one to make a fuss
But I remember being proud that she was one of us
And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
Because of her I lift my sword with pride
Now she was ladylike and lively, not the type you would expect
With a braver heart than many and a slot-shot to respect
I guess she'd once decided this was where she'd like to be
I thought, if she could do it, why not me?
(CHORUS)
So now as I gather armour, bits and pieces here and there
I think about examples: how you act, and what you dare
'Cause you never know who's watching or how far that story goes
Where'er that lady is, I hope she knows
'Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to make a fuss
But I remember being proud that she was one of us
And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
Because of her I lift my sword with pride
We might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
Because of her I lift my sword with pride