PATIENCE By Sionan McCrimenan mka William Fielder Played to the tune of Simple Gifts by Aaron Copeland A helmet on the battlefield, lying in the dust. Alone, disused, and covered up with rust. The Master came along and he held it in his hand. He said to himself, "This helm shall live again." Patience, confidence, and skill, a little blind luck, and he's had his fill of buckles, bolts, and rivets; the sound of hammer blows. Why he still puts up with this, God only knows. Soon was time for war and the King has sent word. "Thirty battle-ready men no later than June third." The Master rolled his sleeves at the sounding decree. God and fate willing he would raise an army. Patience, confidence, and skill, a little blind luck, and he's had his fill of buckles, bolts, and rivets; the sound of hammer blows. Why he still puts up with this, God only knows. Cast off bits of armour, a band of ragged men, united as a fighting force mightier than ten times their number and behind them all stands one man. Glory in his head and a hammer in his hand. Patience, confidence, and skill, a little blind luck, and he's had his fill of buckles, bolts, and rivets; the sound of hammer blows. Why he still puts up with US, God only knows..