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An August day, In a pennsic field battle
I am surrounded
Gazing at the shieldwall, advancing on my right
And from the left, there comes a hostile knight
I am a jock, I am a fighter!
Castle walls, A fortress great and mighty
That we must penetrate
We have no need for sappers, They just get in the way
Hand me my sword and I'll carry the day
I am a jock, I am a fighter!
Don't talk of dance, Embroidery or research
I want none of that
I only live for steel, Duct tape and rattan,
The beer is cold and I'm a fighting man
I am a jock, I am a fighter!
I have my spear, And a shield man to protect me
I am sweating in my armour
Fighting in the field, We will never yield
I slay them all and no one touches me
I am a jock, I am a fighter!
And a jock feels no pain
Even, when he dies....
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