If a man would be a fighter,
And hold a sword and shield,
No finer place than home there is
To take the tourney field.

But away to the south my heart it is flying
And all for my Lady I’m leaving my home.

If a man would be an eater
And dine on wine and meat
No finer place than home there is
To sit and drink and eat

If a man would be a singer
Of epic ode and song
No finer place than home there is
To sing and dance along

If a man would be a lover
Of ladies young and old
No finer place than home there is
To find a one to hold

So away from the south my eyes they have wandered
There’s plenty of ladies much closer to home