ROVING TOURNY: By Christine and Paetyn Connla - Filk to "Knapsack on my Back"

I love a Roving Tourney, a chance to fight with steel, and as I go, I love to kill with wounds that never heal...

CHORUS: A challange here, a challange there, one will live, one will die die die die die a challange here, a challange there, and one will surely die...

I travelled far, to Clinton's war, to seek my glory there, and by nightfall, I will have bed, a buxom wench so fair...

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I swaggered down, to Merchant's row, to see what wares they sell, a serving wench there caught my eye, what is her name pray tell...

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The evening past, with games of dice, and drinks that toast the queen, that serving wench, I found here there, I kissed her and she screamed...

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Her true love came, a running in, by the candle light, then the lord, he threw his glove, and challanged me to fight...

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He met me by, the castle wall, there we were to fight, I drew my sword and parried, but alas there twern't much light...

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I thrust left, and he thrust right, and we both struck true, instead of one life spent that night, I'm sad to say twas two...

CHORUS: A challange here, a challange there, one shall live, one shall die die die die die a challange here, a challange there, and two that night did die...