THE BALLAD OF SIR TRISTAN

Sung to the tune of the Ballad of Blackadder

A sabre flashes from its sheath,

The Saxons see it and they take flight,

The rider slashes 'cross their teeth,

No enemy will leave with his life.

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

His steed is snowy white,

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

The most mysterious knight!

His blade is deadly, long and sharp,

His blade will slice through all of his foes.

His bow has never missed its mark,

His bow shoots enemies in their nose.

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

His hair is long and black,

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

Great skill he doesn't lack!

When Saxons attacked Camelot,

Tristan rode alongside the knights.

He dueled with Cerdic for long,

But lost and was slain in the fight.

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

He tried to kill the boss,

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

His death was a great loss.

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

His loss caused us great pain,

Sir Tristan, Sir Tristan,

He shouldn't have been slain!