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The squires are arméd and ready,
At doughty unbelteds they aim.
Alas that the Masters are ailing,
For the Knights will not fight at the Games.
Brock is dispensing the boffers,
Meg is a-marshalling Kates
At croquet & draughts & backgammon
For the Knights will not fight at the Games.
Sir Douglas stands close by Amanda
And, dressed all in feasting array,
Sir Gregory, also unwarlike
For the Knights do not fight at the Games.
Oh Hilary, John and Sir Artos-
Will you not armor and play?
We lack enough men for the chessboard,
For the Knights will not fight at the Games.
The Prince in his surcote & helmet
Is ready to enter the fray
Sir Fabian meets him in challenge;
A Knight who will fight at the Games!
Thus Branwen this song has commissioned,
And with food in the morning will pay,
To chivy and chide those bright flowers-
The Knights that won't fight at the Games.