Down from the glen came the marching men

With their shields and their swords

To fight the fight they believed to be right

To overthrow the overlords.

To the towns where there was plenty

They brought plunder, swords and flame

When they left the town was empty

And the children would never play again.

From the graves I heard the fallen

Above the battle cry

By the bridge near the border

There were many born to die

Then onward over the mountain

And outward toward the sea

They come to claim the Emerald

Without it they could not leave.