i laugh at those who call me old who think my age their best defence for often fall the young and bold who fail to laud experience my sword and i are much the same our actions swift and sure each scar i wear each greying hair the life i gave to her throughout my life ive led my men where king and prince command and always does my lady tend to children hearth and land my wife and i are much the same our actions swift and sure a husband fair a home to share the life i gave to her to those who thought my lack of sons would end a warriors line i laugh and toast my daughter who upon her throne does shine my child and i are much the same our actions swift and sure a privilege rare a crown to bear the life i gave to her so every passing year reserves familiar rhythms and the new and through it all i lead and serve with joy as i was born to do my land and i are much the same our spirits swift and sure each oath i swear each shouldered care the life i give to her