by: Unknown date: Unknown source: The Code of the Harpers Swords once sharp now gather dust Much oil and work fight creeping rust Where once we had no time to care Reaching for battle brave hands bare Our lances shone back brighter sun Our coffers groaned with treasure won Proud names we held o’er many lands Proud lords bowed to our commands The dragons raged and died fierce As keener, sharper blades did pierce Swung by bolder, stronger men Wine and laughter, both sweeter then So long ago in fading dreams Sometimes fancy it all seems But by this sword, ‘tis all true! Laugh? The old blade will answer you! My old tired eyes no longer shine My hands are weak; far too much wine And little weaponwork - yet I’ll fight Old wolves can still, defiant, bite And talk your talk not so loud Foolish, blind, young, and proud Or I’ll rise yet, and we shall see If you’ll ever live as long as me.
