Gimme Three Spells

This is what happens when the stereo isn't working in the Explorer and I have too much time for thinking while driving ...

I was snug as a sword

at the head of a horde

when up rode a man in plate.

He was the size of a ship

with an ax on his hip

and a look that was filled with hate.

He said, “Hey there wizard

with a familiar of a lizard,

I hear your cantrips are great.

“But I’m the lord of the land

and magic has been banned

so your death can no longer wait.”

I was scared and fearing for my soul

I was shaking like an imp in Hades.

’Cause he was tough and rough,

and didn’t look to bluff,

sporting in all those blades.

I said, “Wait a second, master,

I’m only a low-level caster,

I can’t even summon up dew.

“And while I know we don’t agree

About what’s to happen to me

I’d ask one pledge from you.”

“Won’t you give me three spells,

Gimme three spells, master,

Gimme three spells and not one more.

Gimme three spells,

Gimme three spells, master,

And I’ll fly away from here for sure.”

Well the warriors cleared out

and I started to shout

for anyone to save my hide.

And I’m telling you, sirrah,

That I wasn’t no nearer

To that armored man being denied.

But he turned and pointed way over there,

And that’s the chance I was seeking out.

And you could see me running for my life,

I’d never come back there, no doubt.

“Won’t you give me three spells,

Gimme three spells, master,

Gimme three spells and not one more.

Gimme three spells,

Gimme three spells, master,
And I’ll fly away from here for sure.”

(my compliments to the late Ronnie Van Zant and Allen Collins)