A coward hung along the battle edge
And thought, if I had a sharper sword
That blue blade that the prince has
Not this useless blunt thing!
And crept away leaving the field
Then came the king’s son along the way
Wounded, sore & weaponless from fighting
And saw the broken sword
He ran and snatched it in his hand
With a loud battle shout and renewed strength
He struck his enemy down
And saved a great cause
On that fateful heroic day