And the weight of those weapons
Forced his pants to the floor
And he cursed and he cried
And he sweated and swore
Then he found his solution!
It made his heart dance!
He bought eight pairs of braces
Clipped all 'round his pants.


And it's hands on your sheathes lads,
And keep the blades free,
On your guard for a visit
From Bold Raparee!

Amos thinks he is the only one with this post!