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A GRAZING MACE (verses 1-5 by Skald-Brandr Toralfsson verse 6 is the original anonymous creation verse 7 from the HOPSFA Hymnal 3rd Edition) A grazing mace, how sweet the sound, that felled my foe for me I bashed his head, he struck the ground, and thus came victory My mace has taught my foes to fear, that mace my fear relieved How precious did my mace appear, when I my mace received Through many tourneys wars and fairs, I have already come My mace has brought me safe thus far, my mace will bring me home The King has promised good to me, his word my hope secures I will his shield and weapon be, when he gives me my spurs And when my mace my foeman nails, that mortal strife shall cease And we'll possess within our pale, a life of joy and peace A grazing mace, how sweet the sound that flattened a wretch like thee! Whose head is flat, that once was round; done in by my mace....and me! A grazing mace, how sweet the sound that smites a foe like thee You're left there lying on the ground, you've left the field to me! tune: "Amazing Grace" @parody @SCA @filk filename[ GRAZEMAC TUNE FILE: AMAZGRAC CLICK TO PLAY AJS  8note Sheet |
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