The boy in the Ward, the boy in the Ward! Quicken the pace and give him a sword! The bandits have come, come and come, Defend the house we must do my dear chum We must get the boy in the Ward! How could this have happened, how’d it come to be?! Who would have let those lawless dogs free!? I’ll run the blighters through and through, Till I find this boy, reliable and new! He’s a master of the blade, a sharpshooter that lad, He’s been locked in our dungeon, a ‘luxurious’ pad, Now we’ll see if he’s really that Mad!! The Boy in the Ward! Quick come, we need you in here, Stop looking at us with complete, utter fear!! Looters have come for my jewels and daughters, Save them both, blow them away like cannon and mortars! Strike one down, stay in tune! My, fine strike boy, even for a loon… Slash and slash, cut them in half, Blade so sticky, creating a bloodbath!! The boy in the Ward, the boy in the Ward… He’s deceased and stiff in the Earth, Truly… he saved my life, legacy and turf… The boy saved... my eldest daughter. I’m glad I locked him, where I oughta!
