For her I face the foeman down,
For her I test my skill.
For her I brave the rampart wall,
For her I've blood to spill.
And it's hey, ho! to battle go,
Her favor for to bear.
The silken sleeve about my arm
Bespeaks her beauty rare.
For her my plate and mail gleams
For her my pennons fly
For her my squires follow me
For her we fight and die
And it's hey, ho! to battle go,
Her favor for to bear.
The silken sleeve about my arm
Bespeaks her beauty rare.
And though the priests do say her sex
Men's souls to Satan sell
I heed them not, for her I swear
I'd gladly feast in Hell.
And it's hey, ho! to battle go,
Her favor for to bear.
The silken sleeve about my arm
Bespeaks her beauty rare.