The old knights

Keep on sleeping in our memory
Whole the men in the days of glory
When the soldiers run and fight
In the light of day and in the night.

We fight with courage the battles
And we drink with thirst our wine
We will love all the wifes
But the thinks aren´t so simples.

We are wearing our riding boots
And will ride with style our horses
We will jump breaking our theeth
All the hedges in the light of teh moon.

We will be back across the fields
Towards home where somebody wair
For drink up the old sherry aid
Whereas we hung all the old friends.

We will wink all the maids
And we will go in bed by bed
Until the day will be very nice
And our enemys hang they to the neck.

 

Inner rimes... Watch out! =P

 

A pleasure to read.