Lyrics: Master John Inchingham Music: The Cobbler - Trad |
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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 |
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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 |
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