A Tourneyin'

Words by : Andrew MacRobb
Tune of : A - Rovin'

When I was but a beardless lad,
( Weigh-hey a-tourneyin' )
When I was but a beardless lad,
( Now hear what I do say! )
When I was but a beardless lad,
I said I'd be your Galahad,
And I would go a-tourneyin' for you Fair Maid.

CHORUS:
A-tourneyin', a-tourneyin',
Since fighting's been my ru-i-in,
I'll go no more a-tourneyin',
For you Fair Maid.

I wore your favor just like this,
( Weigh-hey a-tourneyin' )
I wore your favor just like this,
( Now hear what I do say! )
I wore your favor just like this,
With every fight, I'd steal a kiss.
If I should win, I'd sure find bliss with you Fair Maid.

CHORUS

Now this may sound trite and corny,
( Weigh-hey a-tourneyin' )
Now this may sound trite and corny,
( Now hear what I do say! )
Now this may sound trite and corny,
But I was young and quite horny,
I said I'd fight in Crown Tourney for you Fair Maid.

CHORUS

Now my last fight was hard but curt,
( Weigh-hey a-tourneyin' )
Now my last fight was hard but curt,
( Now hear what I do say! )
Now my last fight was hard but curt,
His thrust came up inside my shirt,
I wore no cup, oh how it hurt, for you Fair Maid.

CHORUS

Emasculated and dismayed,
( Weigh-hey a-tourneyin' )
Emasculated and dismayed,
( Now hear what I do say! )
Emasculated and dismayed,
Oh, think of what a price I paid,
And never once did I get laid, by you Fair Maid.

CHORUS

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