Bravely bold Sir Lucci
Rode forth from Mariejois
He was not afraid to die,
Oh brave Sir Lucci.
He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Lucci.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,
And his elbows broken.
To have his kneecaps split
And his body burned away,
And his limbs all hacked and mangled
Brave Sir Lucci