Bianca's Lament

Verse 1

He stood on a battlefield in a tabard of green White stag leaping high on his breast Two gold cups on his shield And a field of blue o'er the rest

Verse 2

He called to his comrades "We fight for the King" "For our Queen we lay down our lives," "For our ladies' honour we take up our swords" "Outlands! Hark to our cry!"

Chorus 1

Forward my warriors, Hark to the horn; we go forth to fight and to die. Be still sweet lady, 'tis not time to mourn; for the white stag, he yet marches high! Forward my spearmen, I stand with the shield. Forward my swordsmen, I call. To this angry horde, we never shall yield; though to the last man, this day we may fall.

Verse 3

I looked o'er the battlefield searching long for sword And cups of my kinsmen and lord Out numbered on the green, the White Stag and his men Marched to meet the great foeman horde

Verse 4

My lord and my kinsmen stand ready to fight Waiting only the call of the King. LAY ON! Was the call and Outlands the cry And sword on armour did ring

Verse 5

I stand on a battlefield piled high with the dead With a cup for the warriors who live. Though blessed cool water I bear to these men And to them sweet succor I give,

Verse 6

My heart bleeds within me, for my lord lies just there Run through for to save his king. Long will I remember the battle this day Long of its great heroes I'll sing.