How Many Swords
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My sword collection decks the halls,
I love to hold the grips, My perfect day includes swordplay I keep them hung at my hips But the leather crafters can confirm, My fears are sadly true: My belt will fall, if I wear them all, Oh what’s a lass/lad to do? Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! My rapier blade is lean and long, So sharp it could trim a hedge, But it rattled round, and soon I found, I had to whet the edge! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! My kukri knife has a cunning bend, The shaft is thick and wide, But just the tip will surely slip, And guide the rest inside! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! My bastard sword is a gorgeous toy, To thrust it takes two hands: The star of the show, when hanging low, From studded leather bands! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! My cutlass curves to hit the spot, But needs a knowing touch: To wield it well, I have to tell, You must practice very much! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! To penetrate with a Zweihander Demands a muscled core You just won’t last if you swing it fast, You’ll end up laid on the floor! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! But my favorite blade is a paring knife That I bought in Gay Paris, It can mince and dice, fillet and slice, And that’s good enough for me! Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! But if of sheathes I now should sing, What belt would come for me? What scabbard bright is dry tonight, Of rust, whose sword is free? Oh, how many swords can I fit in my sheath, Oh, how many blades can it hold? The leather’s wet, it’s sure to stretch I might as well be bold! |
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