Going Down on Old Bum Knee
by Damocles

Chorus
Going down on old bum knee,  me lads
Going down on old bum knee
We're Tourney bound, ace bandage bound
Going down on old bum knee

It's a damn hard life, full of toil and strife
We fighters undergo
We don't give a damn when the fighting’s on, how hard the ground below
for we're list field bound to the heralds call, and a secret blow we know
And we don't give a damn when lay-on's called
Going down on old bum knee

To the Tourney field we limp again
Our household does demand
Our favours honour in our mind, The opponent well sized up
For she’s all of 18 yrs of age and has a bouncing step
We remember when we walked like that
Going down on old bum knee

You feint her high and drop a blow
Shes aiming for your leg
You feel the shot connecting well,  your knees they feel like lead
You settle to you knees again, and fell that welcome twinge
You’re where you fight the very best
Going down on old bum knee

How soft the breeze through the banners seems,
Now the fight is almost done.
She feints and probes and sidesteps well  trying for that final blow
Even now she signals with her eyes, and one false step you see
You quickly rap a double blow
Going down on old bum knee

You her bounce on in again,
she sees a chance to win
You throw a shot you catch her knee, and see her wince in pain
She settles to her knee me boyes, a fellow with your pain
you catch her eye and give a wink
Going down on old bum knee

How sweetly do the banners fly
How clear the heralds call
Lay on Lay on awakes the heart, and you settle down again
A fellowship of warriors all down on bended knee
advancing on to victory
Going down on old bum knee