Tourney Widow; The

My lord, he is a fighting man, he labors on the field
With battle axes florentine or maybe sword and shield
"I have to go to fight," says he, "to keep the oath I swore.
I swear I could not love you so loved I not honor more.
I swear I could not love you so loved I not honor more.

He wears my scarf upon his throat to teach him to be bold;
It also comes in handy when the fighting field gets cold. I
haven't seen the man in months, he must have found a war.
I guess that he must love me still, though he loves honor more. I
guess that he must love me still, though he loves honor more.

So, while he swelters in the sun, I'll sit here in the shade --
A Cavalier on either side, a glass of lemonade,
And let them both be good to me, 'cause that's what men are for...
I could not love my lord so well, loved he not honor more!
I could not love my lord so well, loved he not honor more!