He took the air at Acre's walls
this nameless knight in black
to face a foe beyond his shield
with lance and sword and axe
and offer to the King of Kings
his troth before the field
By gallant act of chivalry
Jerusalem would yield
His ballad for king Richard rang
to right the moral wrongs
The crown was held for ransom then
a kingdom for a song
He'd ride to lists at Ashby Hall
and dash into the ring
to joust for fair Rowena's hand
and Lion Hearted King
Deo gratias anglia, Redde pro victor
was scrolled upon his crest of arms
In combat's bloody score
Four Normans fell before his charge
His lance the shield did strike
One Saxon for all England then
sent villainy to flight
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