A Grazing Mace
A grazing mace how sweet the sound,
That maimed a wreck like me.
I once was tall but now I'm short,
Got hit upon my knees.
That mace it made my eyes to see,
That mail could be a pain.
For he did smite with all his might,
My armourings in vain.
One for he has a hillguisarme,
His blow I parried we.
Then with a clout my shield gave out,
The b***ard broke my arm.
To a spear I fell, it landed well,
Right upon my chin.
My helmet failed, my teeth prevailed,
It knocked the poor things in.
Into my boot the arrows shoot,
Into the ground they go.
My archer friend his days I'll end,
He's meant to shoot the foe.
A grazing mace how sweet the sound,
To know it has missed me.
If I weren't a wreck, lying on the deck,
I'd turn around and flee.
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