I remember well
the days of my youth
many years ago
yet still fresh in my mind.

fair maidens swooned
as we approached
Castle or Village,
young or old
rich or poor
for who could resist
a Knight so bold.

an honour, a privilege
to ride with Arthur
Out of Camelot,
to fight the Dragons in their lair
my sword swift and sure
no fear had I at Camelot.

on return to the Castle Keep
comely wenches for me to adore,
I loved them all
each and everyone,
I truly thank them for
giving comfort to such
a lonely Knight as I.

alas, those days have gone,
my sword as wilted with the
passing of the years
yet I still remember
riding Out of Camelot.