I’ll tell you a tale of a far-off land,
Cliff-girt o’er the yellow desert sand,
And crowned with peaks of snow;
Of forests of pine and a garden gay,
Of shirts of mail in a steel-capped fray,
And shafts from the six-foot bow.
Of soldier-men and of maidens fair—
Of a fairy princess with red-gold hair
In a stronghold of wizards cruel;
Of a fight or two of an old-world kind—