The Knight
Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on(And he wields it well, I ween);He ‘s on his steed, and away has goneTo the fight for king and queen.What tho’ no edge the broadsword hath?What tho’ the blade be made of lath?‘T is a valiant handThat wields the brand,So, foeman, clear the path!
He prances off at a goodly pace;‘T is a noble steed he rides,That bears as well in the speedy raceAs he bears in battle-tides.What tho’ ‘t is but a rocking-chairThat prances with this stately air?‘T is a warrior boldThe reins doth hold,Who bids all foes beware!