VERSE ONE: I'll sing to you of days departed, Times when men proud and stouthearted carved their names on history's -bloody page, The corpse of chivalry long dead is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened age' White collared knights at boardroom tables dream their own financial fables, Fight to make their incomes larger - mounted on their credit charges. Held with in the safety of this mundane existence - Facing endless grey Mondays of dull nine to fives, We all climb the (guitartabs.cc)