The Quest

[Verso 1]
 
    Em 
The Knight came home from the quest 
G 
Muddied and sore he came 
Am 
Battered of shield and crest 
D                       Em 
Bannerless, bruised and lame 
   Em 
In fighting we take no shame 
G 
Wiser is man for a fall 
Am 
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn 
D                     Em 
Answered the warder's call: 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
"Here is my lance to mend 
    G 
And here is my horse to be shot! 
    Am 
Ay, they were strong, the fight was long; 
      D                 Em 
But I paid as good as I got! 
        D                 Em 
Yeah, I paid as good as I got!" 
 


[Verso 2]
 
     Em 
"Oh, dark and deep their van 
     G 
That mocked my battle-cry 
Am 
I could not miss my man 
D                     Em 
But I could not carry by: 
Em 
Utterly whelmed was I 
G 
Flung under, horse and all." 
Am 
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn 
D                     Em 
Answered the warder's call! 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
"Here is my lance to mend 
    G 
And here is my horse to be shot! 
    Am 
Ay, they were strong, the fight was long; 
      D                 Em 
But I paid as good as I got! 
        D                 Em 
Yeah, I paid as good as I got!" 
 


[Verso 3]
 
    Em 
"My wounds are noised abroad; 
    G 
But theirs my foemen cloaked 
Am 
You see my broken sword 
    D                    Em 
But never the blades she broke; 
Em 
Paying them stroke for stroke 
G 
Good bargaining over all." 
Am 
Merrily borne, the bugle-horn 
D                     Em 
Answered the warder's call! 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
"Here is my lance to mend 
    G 
And here is my horse to be shot! 
    Am 
Ay, they were strong, the fight was long; 
      D                 Em 
But I gave as good as I got! 
        D                 Em 
Yeah, I gave as good as I got!" 
 

Interlude 
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[Verso 4]
 
    Em 
"My shame you count and know 
    G 
You say the quest is vain 
Am 
But you have not seen my foe 
D                        Em 
You have not counted his slain 
Em                      D 
Surely he fights again, again; 
G 
But when you prove his line 
           Am 
There will come to your aid my broken blade 
       D                   Em 
In the last, lost fight of mine! 
 


[Refrão]
 
Em 
"Here is my lance to mend 
    G 
And here is my horse to be shot! 
    Am 
Ay, they were strong, the fight was long; 
      D                 Em 
But I paid as good as I got! 
        D                 Em 
Yeah, I gave as good as I got!"