PAID SOLDIERS OF DORSAI

Words: Robert Asprin
Music: "The Great God Tyr" by Leslie Fish


 Well you can sing about the Swiss;
 How their pikeman rose to fame;
 And count all the wars they've won.
 Or the German men, the Lanschnecten by name,
 Whose great swords flashed in the sun.
 You can sing about these men, who in their day fought for pay,
 And you still have to ask us why
 In this age of a rocket's blast and laser's hiss, still exist,
 The paid soldiers of Dorsai.
 
     Pay, all you merchants, for our skills, if you will.
     Pay, though the price is high.
     You know, as well as all the rest, we're the best;
     The paid soldiers of Dorsai.
 
 Now the Dorsai have learned; every woman, man, and child.
 They've all learned their lessons well;
 That it does not pay to fight for a thing too wild,
 'Or mourn for a man who fell.
 Every man can plan and execute each task that we ask;
 For our standards are more than high.
 So if you are too civilized or blind to use your minds,
 Then pay and accept Dorsai.
 
     Pay, all you planets, for our skills, if you will.
     Pay though the price is high.
     You know, as well as all the rest, we're the best;
     The paid soldiers of Dorsai.
 
 But, can you see just what this means to you?
 Can you see what you have gained?
 That from now on, your troubles will be few;
 That you'll never fight again.
 You can turn your minds to culture knowing we'll never yield;
 For that is not the Dorsai way.
 And you get all the benefits; the peace, troubles' cease.
 And all that we get is pay.
 
     Pay, all you Empires, for our skills, if you will.
     Pay, though the price is high.
     You know, as well as all the rest, we're the best;
     The paid soldiers of Dorsai. 


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