Hark, awaken and heed now your clan’s call,
Sieze helm and harness, take up thy sword,
War is come, a thief in night to hearth and hall
Forth clansmen, to arms to war for lands and lord
Hallowed hills of emerald, fair and green,
Purest waters of shimmering sapphire blue,
No fairer freer lands shall ere be seen
Nor hearts greater more valiant and true
What fool, what knave shall arise to roil
Our tranquil lands and generous hearts,
To take that earned by good honest toil
And feel the wrath of warriors arts?
Arise ye clans to anger, hearts sore enraged,
With valor, with might, shall battle be waged.
© 2009, Tim Boothby. All rights reserved.