I swore, by the bones of my father and mother,
the eyes of my sister, the life of my brother.
I swore, by the cross of the Lord, whom I love,
and by all the angels of God up above
that I wouldn’t swear anymore.
I swore, by that song: the sweet song of salvation.
By blood-spattered flag of our war-weary nation.
I swore by the bible and all that is holy.
By storms that sail swiftly and streams that glide slowly
that I wouldn’t swear anymore.
I swore, by the truth, that\'s been twisted and tortured.
By fruit plucked by Eve in old Eden\'s fair orchard.
I swore, by the way and the truth and the life.
By the unending love that I have for my wife
that I wouldn’t swear anymore.
I swore by the blood of with cowards who’d crossed me,
my sword blade would spill from their wounds that would run free.
I swore to get even, by vengeance and fury.
That I’d be the judge and that I’d be the jury,
but I will not swear anymore.