Strongbow clears his throat. "Everyone turn to page 37." [rustling of paper]
"Hymn 59: A Grazing Mace"

[To the tune of Amazing Grace]

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.

'Twas my mace that taught my foes to fear
My mace my fears relieved
How precious did my mace appear
When I my mace received.

Through many tourneys, wars, and fairs
I have already come;
My mace hath brought me safe thus far,
My mace will bring me home.

How sweet the fame of knighthood sounds
In all good fighters' ears;
It soothes their bruises, heals their wounds,
It's just as good as peers.