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Squire Inchingham


Lyrics: Master John Inchingham            
Music: The Cobbler - Trad



Chorus:
I will wear this red belt with great honor
And I'll bring no distain to this chain
If I never achieve martial prowess
Then a squire 'til death I'll remain
Verses:
Oh, my name's Inchingham, I'm a squire
And my master's an Aztec named Ix
Sir Ixtilixochitl
I'm in fief to a new-world war chief

So I practice obsidian tactics
And I emulate Jaguar-knight stealth
But I can't gag the nagging conviction
That I'm making a fool of myself

As a servant of Sir Ix I'm also
A disciple of sage Master Chen
Where these rare comrades go, fools will follow
Though it's best to check maps now and then

To the ends of the earth we will travel
From Cathay to the conquests of Spain
Joining Prester John to Montezuma
As we journey, I'll sing this refrain:

To be a squire is a young man's endeavor
I've a beard now that's peppered with grey
And my body's grown fat, slow, and stupid
At this folly, many asses will bray

But a fool never retreats from laughter
He knows well he has feet made of clay
So no matter the odds of disaster,
Squire Inchingham calls forth today

Lyrics © 1997 Steve Katlack
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