A [G] grazing Mace! How [C] sweet the [G] sound
it [G] is a friend to [D7] me.
I [G] once swords crossed, but [C] now Ive [G] found
Its a [G] grazing [D7] mace for [G] me.

My sword it could, but hack and slash
and slay a foe or three
but with my mace I crush and smash
its a grazing mace for me

I swung it once I swung it twice
his sword it went sniker-snee
but then my mace, it found its mark
he now has but one knee

my mace it opens doors for me
it clears my path to eat.
It finds its way into men's hearts
and lays them at my feet

A grazing Mace! How sweet the sound
it is a friend to me.
I once swords crossed, but now Ive found
Its a grazing mace for me.

***To the tune of... aw, forget it***
Norseland Songbook Project
Fall Thyng, 1988