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Long ago in days of old
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There lived a knight who
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Wasn't quite as bold
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As a knight should be
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He rode an old grey mare called Bess
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Searchin' for a damsel in distress
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Just to see if he
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Could set her free
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See the knight in rusty armour ride
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To her aid
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Trusty sword is hanging at his side
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With a rusty blade
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Up the tower steps he sneaked
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But as he moved
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His rusty armour squeaked
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Such a mournful note
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And all the sentries at their posts
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Thought it must have been the castle ghost
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They jumped for their lives
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In the moat
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So the knight in rusty armour won
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His fair maid
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Had no need to draw his trusty sword
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With a rusty blade
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As he bent to kiss his bride
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He found that he was
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Rusted up inside
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In his battle dress
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And I can't guess
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How they still got married
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And had twins
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They came in tins
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Every suit of armour ever made
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Has a kink
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Chain mail pants with a missing link
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KNIGHT IN RUSTY ARMOUR
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| Peter Gordon |
