Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on (And he wields it well, I ween); He `s on his steed, and away has gone To 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 hand That 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 race As he bears in battle-tides. What tho` `t is but a rocking-chair That prances with this stately air? `T is a warrior bold The reins doth hold, Who bids all foes beware!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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