Song Of Chivalry Lyrics

When M'Lord returned

To his sheets of silk

And his gentle lady

Of musk and milk

The minstrels sang

In the gallery

Their songs of slaughter

And chivalry

The rafters roared

With laughter and boasting

Goblets were raised

And drained in toasting

The heroes of Crécy

And Agincourt

Or the madness

Of some holy war

The hawk is at rest

On the gauntlet once more

Savage of eye

And bloody of claw

Famine and fever

Are all the yield

Of the burnt-out barns

And wasted fields

The sun grins coldly

Through the trees

The children shiver

The widows grieve

And beg their bread

At the monastery door

Tell me then

Who won the war