Many a kingdom were lost to the sword for lack of a few constant men Who'd stand like the Spartans, with shields interlocked In the marauding evil's grim path Many a woman was lost to the toil for lack of just one who'd care To lose out on comfort, day unto day, Helping with work or babies Many a friend I would have once lost, for pride that would not call for help Who wouldn't impose on those who'd rescue Until it was all too late You know the history, don't repeat it, don't spurn fealties you command Friends who'd work with you and who'd guard your back Support you with all they have And after the fight, with foes in flight, heavy chargers slowed to a trot Your paladins faithful salute your majesty Happy to prove their worth