All for the hand of a Lady.
The tale I tell is of a knight,
Who fought for love, and fought for light,
Who fought with armour shining bright,
All for the hand of a lady.
Through forest green he made his way,
On steed of white, armoured in grey,
His banner held high, with colours gay,
All for the hand of a lady.
With helm plumed in blue and red,
He rode to the Isle of Ilired,
There to leave a dragon dead,
All for the hand of a lady.
The dragon,with eyes as black as coal,
Eyes that burned, dark as its soul,
Roared as if to protect its foal,
All for the hand of the lady.
The knight he took a glancing blow,
Parried the dragon's attack, just so,
And gave the dragon a fatal blow,
All for the hand of a lady.
The knight he took the scales blue,
And made a coat of mail, whose hue
Was the ocean, the knight's lawful due;
All for the hand of a lady.
With coat of dragon, he rode on,
On to the forests of Elithion,
Where he hunted down the Unicorn,
All for the hand of the lady.
He hunted down the Unicorn,
The beast so noble and folorn,
And took from it's head the golden horn,
All for hand of a lady.
He rode on to the Fairie Glade,
Where a harp from fairie yew he made,
With unicorn hair he strung it and played,
All for the hand of a lady.
The harp he took to an old king's hall,
And set it down upon a wall,
Set it down to sing for all,
All for the hand of a lady.
The knight travelled on alone,
Ever onward, far from home,
But his mind was ever on her, alone,
All for the hand of a lady.
But the lady loved him none,
Scorned the gifts of unicorn,
Turned him away, alone, folorn:
Never for the hand of a lady.
Now he wanders, alone and free,
Ridding beast in every country,
With coat of scale and harp 'pon knee,
Never for the hand of a lady.