Before I got to fighting, or when fighting got to me
 I looked to find examples on the field of chivalry
 And I saw mighty arms much stronger than my arms could ever be
 So I thought perhaps that field was not for me

 But still I stayed to watch the fighting 'til one figure stood apart
 In armour newly fashioned and a helm more pot than art
 But each blow was thrown with honour and a lightness of the heart
 So I took that step which soon became a start

 [bad word] 
 Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss
 But I remember being proud that she was one of us
 And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
 Because of her, I lift my sword with pride

 She was ladylike and lively, not the type you would expect
 With a braver heart than many and a slot-shot to respect
 And I guess she'd once decided this was where she'd like to be
 And I thought, if she could do it, why not me?

 Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss
 But I remember being proud that she was one of us
 And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
 Because of her, I lift my sword with pride

 So now as I gather armour, bits and pieces here and there
 I think about examples, how you act and what you dare
 'Cause you never know who's watching, or how far that story goes
 Where'er that lady is, I hope she knows

 Cause she was not the biggest fighter, nor one to raise a fuss
 But I remember being proud that she was one of us
 And we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
 Because of her, I lift my sword with pride

 No, we might never stand together in a shield-wall side by side
 Because of her, I lift my sword with pride