Richard hath a swift hand
He can look upon the hall and tell thee his plan
He hath a smoking pipe
Hanging from his mouth he's a Knight kid, ye
He hath found'th a longbow
In his Pa's chest, obscured 'th a box of odd baubles
And I do nae know what
But he shalt challenge thee, he shalt challenge thee


All thee other folk with thyne plate sabatons shall best make haste, best make haste, outrun my bow.
All thee other folk with thyne plate sabatons shall best make haste, best make haste, faster than my arrows.


Pa work'th a long day
He shalt cometh home late, he shalt cometh home late
And he shalt bring'th me a surprise
A feast is in the banquet, and it's packed in spice
I hath waited for an age
The sleight of my hand is now a swift-nock arrow
I reason with my smoking pipe
And say "thyne hair's ablaze, thou hath lost thyne wits" ye


All thee other folk with thyne plate sabatons shall best make haste, best make haste, outrun my bow.
All thee other folk with thyne plate sabatons shall best make haste, best make haste, faster than my arrows.