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Long ago in days of old |
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There lived a knight who |
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Wasn't quite as bold |
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As a knight should be |
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He rode an old grey mare called Bess |
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Searchin' for a damsel in distress |
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Just to see if he |
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Could set her free |
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See the knight in rusty armour ride |
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To her aid |
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Trusty sword is hanging at his side |
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With a rusty blade |
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Up the tower steps he sneaked |
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But as he moved |
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His rusty armour squeaked |
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Such a mournful note |
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And all the sentries at their posts |
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Thought it must have been the castle ghost |
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They jumped for their lives |
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In the moat |
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So the knight in rusty armour won |
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His fair maid |
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Had no need to draw his trusty sword |
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With a rusty blade |
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As he bent to kiss his bride |
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He found that he was |
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Rusted up inside |
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In his battle dress |
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And I can't guess |
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How they still got ma |
