Down from the glen came the marching men nWith their shields and their swords nTo fight the fight they believed to be right nOverthrow the overlords nnTo the town where there was plenty nThey brought plunder, swords and flame nWhen they left the town was empty nChildren would never play again nnFrom their graves I heard the fallen nAbove the battle cry nBy that bridge near the border nThere were many more to die nnThen onward over the mountain nAnd outward towards the sea nThey had come to claim the emerald nWithout it they could not leave