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.