CHORUS: (first, last and in between)
Oooooooooohhhhhhh,
Lord, its hard to be a shieldman, when you fight at the Pennsic War
Them fellows with polearms all fighting behind me
Us Guys with the shields stand before!
Ere this battle is over, most of us Shieldmen will die!
Oh Lord, its hard to be a shieldman, but dear Lord you know I must try.
I thought that maybe next time, I'd get me one of them long spears
And fight with them fellows with the pole arms behind me
And Maybe I'd last out the year.
But there was no way they would let me,
They said "Hell Son, you're doin' just fine
So Pick up that sword, and strap on that shield
And Get Your Butt Back In That Line"
I thought that if I fought two stick, I could harry the enemy's flank
When I asked or Good Prince what he thought of this plan,
He said "Hell Son, You Ain't got the Rank.
Only our very best fighters, Get to have that good a time
So Pick up that sword, and strap on that shield
And Get Your Butt Back In That Line"
You say you're a spanking new fighter, remember that you've just begun
Keep at it a couple or three years, Then maybe you'll get to have fun.
I don't know what else I can tell you, "Hell Son, It Ain't yet yer time
So Pick up that sword, and strap on that shield
And Get Your Butt Back In That Line"
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