Words and Music: János Katona
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We stand in the shield wall, her shoulder to mine
And brace for the charge of the throng.
Her stance, it is firm; her visage resolved;
Her grip on her scutum is strong!
Many fair maidens I've known in my years:
Beautiful, dainty, demure!
Yet greater than what I e'er felt for those girls
Is knowing my flank is secure!
For True Love Wields a broadsword
And True Love girds a shield.
True Love holds her honor high
And True Love never yields.
True Love holds her place in line
And joins us in the fray!
True Love is my sister in arms
As we fight on this day!
Advance, we are bidden; we march forth as one
And soon we are caught in the press!
Her shield touches mine a staunch bulwark to form
As firm as a lover's caress.
We crouch as the spears visit death on our foes;
The scent of her armor's divine!
Her eyes meet my gaze and her bountiful lips
Say, "Get up and reform the line!"
For True Love Wields a broadsword
And True Love girds a shield.
True Love holds her honor high
And True Love never yields.
True Love holds her place in line
And joins us in the fray!
True Love is my sister in arms
As we fight on this day!
Singing, we march back to war-camp as one.
Her strong alto joins in the song.
Our armor divested, we sprawl by the fire
And with her I feel I belong.
She turns to me, sees the smile in my eyes.
Her hand lifts to push back my hair.
Then with a rough clap on my shoulder, she says,
"Hey, brother, you did good out there!"
For True Love Wields a broadsword
And True Love girds a shield.
True Love holds her honor high
And True Love never yields.
True Love holds her place in line
And joins us in the fray!
True Love is my sister in arms
As we fight on this day!