Down from the glen came the marching men

With their shields and their swords

To fight the fight they believed to be right

Overthrow the overlords



To the town where there was plenty

They brought plunder, swords and flame

When they left, the town was empty

Children would never play again



From their graves I heard the fallen

Above the battle cry

By that bridge near the border

There were many more to die



Then onward over the mountain

And outward towards the sea

They had come to claim the emerald

Without it they could not leave