to the tune of The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkle
I am just an archer.
Though my story's never told,
I have hung-up my heavy armor,
For this quiver full of arrows
And this war bow.
All the heavies jest
"Light yer dead!" is all I've got to say
And that's at 10 feet or less.
When I left my camp
All armored up,
I was no more than a light
In this company of fighters
Heading off to join a battle that had me
Running scared.
There were pikes galore
I think I counted 1,2,5,7,9
Or 10 thousand or more
And they were all on the other side
Of the war.
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Time to die!
Time to die da die da die!
Time to die!
Time to die die die da die
Da da da da die!
Asking mercenaries wages
I come looking to join a side,
But I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the boys
In the 7th Cavalry.
I figured "what the hell",
There were times that some of them looked okay
If you can mind the smell.
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Now I'm hanging up my bow and arrows
Since the battle's done,
Finally done,
And I savor that taste of our side's
Glorious victory.
Victory...
Cause us archers rule!
In the clearing stands and archer,
And a marksman by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every pike he's shot down
So they hang their heads and cry out
In their anger and their shame,
"It's that archer, that damn archer
That's been killing me all day!"
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