When A Knight Won His Spurs

Original Jan Struther, filk additions Forannán Glórach

When a knight won his spurs in the stories of old
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand
For love and for valour he rode through the land

No charger have I, and no sword by my side
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride
Though back into storyland giants have fled
And those days are long gone and the dragons are dead

Let hope be my shield and let joy be my steed
‘Gainst the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed
And let me set free, by the sword… or by truce
From the castle of darkness the power of truth

Let me cling not to steel if the world needs ink more,
Let me honour true friendship above myths of yore
For the fears of today were described in no songs
Yet my duty still asks that I right the world’s wrongs

If the tales of my youth taught me one thing at all
Whether ready or not you must answer the call
To fight plagues and injustice and hunger and lies
Though you may earn no spurs and you may win no prize

When a hero we find in the tales not yet told
They'll be gentle and brave, they'll be gallant and bold
No matter how mundane the journey may seem
For our friends and our children, hold on to our Dream.

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