List Field
(The New Fighter's Fantasy)

Going to tourneys and weekend events
We'd go to the camp ground, and set up our tents
We'd put on our armor and we'd pick up our shields
I should have known I'd be smarter to yield
'Cause the fastest, the strongest were the knights of the Realm
And all I would get was more dents in my helm
I never needed to ask, it was sealed -
They just knocked me down on the list field

On the list field, it's not easy, you know
Sometimes I'm awkward, sometimes I'm slow
So I lie on the list field
Just watching the dandelions grow

Out on the list field, it never gets dull
'Cause SCA fighters their shots never pull
I'd dream of the day that a bout goes my way
It's never happened, but still I would pray
'Cause I'd make a fantastic kill on the run
And the tournament then I'd have won
But then I awake from this long reverie
And pray that the knights won't be too hard on me

On the list field, it's not easy, you know
Sometimes I'm awkward, sometimes I'm slow
So I lie on the list field
Just watching the dandelions grow

Here on the list field, the bout's dragging on
The marshal nods to us and then shouts "Lay on"
My helm takes a glancing shot thrown by the knight
Then I throw a wrap shot with all of my might
Then suddenly everyone's cheering for me
My helm is still ringing, now what could it be?
I look down before me, can't believe the sight
My God! I've just beaten a knight…

On the list field, it's important you know
You can't be awkward, you can't be slow
Or you'll lie on the list field
Just watching the dandelions grow