Bruise Marks

Words by Sigurd Leothsanga
To the tune of "Greensleeves"

 Am                G
Alas, my Lord, you do me wrong
   Am      F        E7
To beat my skull so mercilessly
    Am                G
For I have fought one tenth as long
    Am        E7          Am   Dm   Am
And you have a far better helm than me.


Chorus (after every verse):

     C                 G
     Bruise marks were all my joy,
     Am                F    E7
     Bruise marks were my delight,
     C              G
     Bruise marks received and given
     Am         E7     Am DmAm
     All for my Lady's company.


I cannot watch your rattan sword
It flies too fast for me to see.
I made my shield of bristle board
'Twas light, but broke so faithlessly.

You duck and turn, avoid my blows,
My sword you dodge so easily.
Perhaps because it's garden hose
I cannot score a mark on thee.

Though I tread the tourney soil
The Marshal throws me from the fight
He finds my armor's all tin foil
My entry forms aren't filled out right.


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