Now the deadly widow spider eats the mate that doesn't flee
As does the preying mantis if she's courted carelessly
Don't be fooled by fragile beauty, for thereby hangs my tale:
That the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
Now, you'll see a lovely lady with a cord of black and red
Court her gingerly and carefully, or else you'll wind up dead!
Don't muck about with Mongols, you're better off in jail!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
Now those frail and frivolous ladies that are with the Cavaliers
Don't be fooled by mere appearance, all is not as it appears
For they carry bodice-daggers in those frills and farthingales!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
In the desert lands of Aten, over all the country-side
Grows a lovely desert flower, worn with fighting female pride
It's the oleander blossom, white as snow and d**hly pale!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
See that sweet and fragile lady, see that lissome little miss
Treads the dance with grace and beauty, drops a curtsey, trades a kiss...
And she also puts on armor, lays about with shield and flail!
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!
There are sharp and shining sabres, there are Viking axes bright,
There are bodice-knives and hatpins, there is poison in the night
But their tongue's their sharpest weapon, over that you can't prevail
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male!