SIR JOCK OF THE SWORD

(Tune: original, so to speak)

Oh, Sir Jock of the Sword is come out of the north
With his armour all burnished and bright,
From his lance hung a lamp when at night he rode forth
And it shed a most flattering light.
By his side in its sheath hung his weapon far-famed
In a loop made of silvery cord,
And wherever he went he was always acclaimed 
As the valiant Sir Jock of the Sword.

(CHORUS)	Oh, sing we of battles and blood-spattered mail,
	And weapons all notched and engored,
	But before we do that let us hear of the tale
	Of the valiant Sir Jock of the Sword.

He's an expert on armour and all types of blade,
He's been studying swords since a boy,
He can tell you the place and the time it was made
And the right kind of stroke to employ.
But the chief of his virtues is plainest to see
If tuition you cannot afford,
For he'll give of his knowledge at length and for free,
The most generous Sir Jock of the Sword.

CHORUS

Oh, he went to a revel in all his best gear
And the ladies all swooned with delight,
And they all crowded round him his talk for to hear
And he kept them for most of the night.
When I found them next morning outside picking flowers
I asked them "Why look you so bored?"
They answered me "Sir, we have just spent four hours
With that tedious Sir Jock of the Sword!"

CHORUS

Oh, the King of the South to the Tourney did ride
For to face our most valiant knight;
When they sent for Sir Jock he was trying to hide
But the ladies compelled him to fight.
Now the sword of the King was incredibly long
And the blade was all pitted and scored:
(Spoken)"Why, you ignorant savage, you're holding it wr--!"
(Pause)
The last words of Sir Jock of the Sword.

(CHORUS)	Oh, sing we of battles and blood-spattered mail,
	And weapons all notched and engored,
	But before we do that let us hear of the tale
	Of the valiant Sir Jock of the Sword!
(REPEAT CHORUS)