The Gallowglass

I am no knight
For harder I do fight
I have not my grandfather’s land
My own feet I do stand
I have not my father’s sword
The only truth my promised word
I was not born of silk and gold
Of the earth my hands are sold
I have not my family’s steed
Not the nobles unearned greed
My steel does not shine bright
Blackened from the true fight
Weak are not my legs
I must walk, the gift God gave
I have not unearned glory
Of my hands, my immortal story
Upon no softened throne do I sit
The open sky my mantled gift
I have not a gilded sword
Axe of earth, my promised word
I have not the sinews weak
Of the wild I do speak
Of crawling gold I do not shine
Under Oak, I do dine
I am no knight
For harder I do fight
Of blood and dirt I have learned
Castles and thrones I shall burn

 

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