I will go join the King's army

Oh, I'm a peasant swain
I don't have much brain
for tilling the soil I have got no back
I'm no good at sifting yeast
and I'd make a lousy priest
and I have no stomache for the torture rack
I get seasick when I fish
and I can't grant you a wish
I guess that leaves one profession for me
for reading, i'm too dumb
while smithing, smashed my thumb
I guess I'll go join the King's army

I look smart in a tunic
at least I'm not a eunuch
and my armored jerkin makes me feel like a knight!
got a helmet on my head
and a ration sack of bread
Oh, I think the army life will suit me all right!
A herald came a-riding
said brigands were a-hiding
in the woods, like a nest of bees all swarmy
and they're causing lots of bedlam
said the Sergeant "let's get 'em"
and so marched out the Kings army

So many day's a-walking
so many tongues a-talking
we finally reached the woods where brigands lay
the woods were dark and deep
we hadn't had much sleep
and I lost all my earnings in a dice play
when all at once the arrows
came flying out like sparrows
one hit my shield and pinned it to my knee
as I fell down in pain
I cursed my feeble brain
I never should have joined the King's army