Lady Fighter's song; A

Oh, we wear chain-mail knickers
Breastplates with fleur-de-lis.
When we go into battle,
We strike at what we please.
Our shields are lined with velvet;
Our woad is very blue.
Ask us what we're wearing
And this we'll say to you...
 
We wear Gothic in the morning,
And leather every night.
Our presence on the List field
Adds colour to the fight.
The Seneschal is shaking;
He's worried for his life,
That Mongol's not a lady,
That Mongol is my wife.