I carry her in my arms, my prize,
And wipe the blood from my face,
And smile with my victory,
And my feet keep their walk in their slow, steady pace.
I wanted to cry,
I feel full of heart and heat,
My hardships back in the smoky dust,
But my great aweless and doughty,
My valiance showed all of its must.
The thrusting of my jagged blade with cold steel,
And the splendor that approached me,
But with this tussle I'll the girl,
The princess who a goddess be.
I smile gently, kindly to her,
Her face so smooth and sweet,
I kiss her nectarious lips,
And all my fears went then away, by beat.
I thank my dear Goddess,
Your Baron I shall always be.