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One day from Atenveldt

Came a challenge bold and brave

Daring fair Tir Ysgithr their repute to save

We’ll match our best fighters

Pitted against thy any three

Green art thou from Ysgithr, merely saplings, thee.

Singing tra-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, yea, verily

Green art thou from Ysgithr, merely saplings, thee.

Up came Tir Ysgithr’s

Gleaming fighters armed to the hilt

Hoping to make minced meat pie of Atenveldt

Aten’s fighter warily

Battled 'round and 'round on the field

Hoping that Tir Ysgithr graciously would yield.

Singing tra-la-la, la-la-la-la la-la-la 'round on the field

Hoping that Tir Ysgithr graciously would yield.

Aten’s men struck swiftly

One of Ysgithr’s fighters swooned

Then the Ysgithrians struck that fighter down

Then the Ysgithrians

Turned to face that lone Aten brave

«I'll not yield a cubit till I’m in my grave.»

Singing tra-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, very brave

«I'll not yield a cubit 'til I’m in my grave.»

Ysgithr stepped forward

Back a foot jumped bold Atenveldt

Tripping o’er his broadsword

He his own death blow dealt

After all was ended, heralds swiftly blazoned the fall

«Ysgithr down one fighter, Atenveldt lost all.»

Singing tra-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, all in all

«Ysgithr down one fighter, Atenveldt lost all.»

On that broadsword’s handle

Was a trademark stamped very clear

Readeth the inscription, «Made in Ysgithr»

If again you’d challenge Ysgithr, before you go on

First be sure of whose side your own broadsword’s on!

Singing tra-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, if you go on

First be sure of whose side your own broadsword’s on!

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