The Beadmakers Songbook - Nordmark

Colorful Bruise
By Sir Steven MacEanruig
and Sir William the Lucky
(Tune; Battle Hymn of the Republic)
My legs have felt the pounding of
a hundred thousand blows
The times my sword has broken
only God in heaven knows.
Each blow upon my helmet
jolts me clear down to my toes
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
He cracked my shield and broke my helm
and beat me to the ground.
My armor lay in tatters
all the tourney field around.
They gathered it together
through one boot they never found
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
Glory glory what a colorful bruise…
And when the melee teams were picked
my heart was filled with fear,
Glory glory what a colorful bruise I’ve got.
They put me in the foremost line,
Glory glory what a colorful bruise I’ve got.
although I craved the rear,
Glory glory what a colorful bruise I’ve got
The blows I took disabled me
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
for almost half a year,
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
On the morning of the tourney
I stepped bravely on the field,
Glory glory what a colorful bruise…
And then I saw my foeman
and my senses they did reel.
So now the tourneys come around
He was sixfooteight, threehundred pounds
I watch them from the side.
and forged all out of steel
The blood and gore upon the field
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
my body can’t abide.
And with the lovely ladies
Glory glory what a colorful bruise…
on the sidelines I reside,
And I aint a gonna fight no more.
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