By Lady Fiona of the Harp
I see a fire burning on hilltop It is the muster calling us to war I hear the drums they are beating in the nighttime It is the muster calling us to war I hear the pipers playing in the morning It is the prince he is calling us to war
I join the muster we march at daybreak We march in the morning from the western field Onward we march with our spears and our armor Onward we march with our swords and our shields Onward we march with our pennants flying brightly We fly the color of the great Northshield
The time has come to free the griffon Free the griffon from the dragon's den The time has come to free the griffon The people shouted "now" when the prince asked "when?" The time has come to free the griffon From the dragon and the dragon's men
We march to the east to meet the Midrealm We meet Midrealm on the battlefield We demand a kingdom for Northshield When the king shakes his head all our fates are sealed On we fight 'til the battlefield is littered With the bodies of the warriors of Midrealm and Northshield
King and prince they stand together Father and son amidst the gore A truce is reached to grant kingdom to Northshield Kingdom to Northshield to end this bloody war As the heralds cry the news to the people Over it all we hear the griffon roar
Westward we march to give glory of Northshield Our bards have new tales and songs to sing Westward we march to give glory of Northshield Our army on foot and the griffon on the wing Westward we march to give glory to Northshield Glory to Northshield and our new found king
© 2004 Rita Nauman