Queen's Champion Song

©Myfanwy Ferch Tengwystl and Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



Of all ladies fair, a sovereign reigns
And ever 'tis easily seen
Of all of the treasures the kingdom contains
The finest belong to the queen.
I give you my treasure so well-wrought and fine
Such beauty, high value assures.
More precious than anything I may call mine
And yet, at a word, he is yours.

None can compare
With bright honor rare.
He goes as the swift arrow flies.
To stand in the strife
To hazard his life 
For a glance from Your Majesty's eyes.

Such gifts may seem small to a sovereigns taste
So many such you can command
For near four-score fighters would lay the field waste
At the wave of Your Majesty's hand.
They glare at their rivals across from their swords
They hope for high honor, 'tis true
Yet each lord has a lady, each lady a lord
Who has yielded that fighter to you,

None can compare
With bright honor rare.
He goes as the swift arrow flies.
To stand in the strife
To hazard his life
For a glance from Your Majesty's eyes.

I do not begrudge the loan of a man
To fight for the land he adores
The love of one fighter is lain in my hands
The love of a legion in yours.
It's been his desire since the hour of his birth
To shield you the way he shields me
And ever awhile he resides on the earth
My love your protector will be.

None can compare
With bright honor rare.
He goes as the swift arrow flies.
To stand in the strife
To hazard his life
For a glance from Your Majesty's eyes.



Eleanor's note: Don Thorland O'Shea and I heard Myfanwy sing this song at Countess Catherine's, Queen's Champion tournament in Namron. At that time it only had two verses. We asked her if we could write a third verse for it. This is her song, with my third verse, and an adjusted chorus. Thanks to Shea, this song is performed for each new queen at her champion's tournament.