He rode upon his trusty steed, To duel a man about his greed, For food and wine and women too It was the noble thing to do. The helmet upon his head grew hot But they rode on—he would not stop When …
He rode upon his trusty steed, To duel a man about his greed, For food and wine and women too It was the noble thing to do. The helmet upon his head grew hot But they rode on—he would not stop When …