Dagwyn

Though a form of foam and latex serves for sword or axe or spear And our armour's by and large made out of tin For five hours every weekend, six full weekends every year We're a world away from where we've always been We are villains, traitors, heroes, we are ordinary men We are soldiers, surgeons, priests and scholars too And until the fighting's done and we pick up 'real life' again We've a hundred other things we've got to do Sort this - sort that - take a report from the scout Order your arms and armour, look to your tent and shrine Kit up - look sharp - ready yourselves to move out Mutter a prayer to the gods above And hold - hold the l