Lion's Hold:
(sung to the tune of Old Maui by Stan Rogers :
I suggest that you listen to the tune but turn it off before you try singing it. It can be confusing )
It's a bloody hard life full of toil and strife
We fighting men undergo
And we don't give a damn when the clash is done
How cold the winds do blow
For we're homeward bound from this blood soaked ground
With a company strong and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our mead
In the halls of Lion’s Hold
Marching home to Lion’s hold, me boys
Marching home to Lion’s hold.
We're homeward bound from the battle ground
Marching home to Lion’s hold.
And now we sail with a Northerly gale
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Those lush sunny fields with their rich hearty yields
We soon shall taste again
Three hellish months we toiled away
In the cold of northern wastes
Now a living gale sweeps after us
Thank God we're homeward bound
Sailing home to Lion’s hold, me boys
Sailing home to Lion’s hold.
We're homeward bound from the battle ground
Sailing home to Lion’s hold.
How soft the breeze through familiar trees
Along the Haldorf roads.
Those shady glades, those rural maids,
Are awaiting our return
Even now their big clear eyes look out
Hoping some fine day to see
Our Lion white ‘pon a banner black
Rippling in the breeze
Marching home to Lion’s hold, me boys
Marching home to Lion’s hold.
We're homeward bound from the battle ground
Marching home to Lion’s hold.
And now we sit in our ancient hall
Where the food and drink abound
With chants and song and cheers and cries
With our comrades all around
And we’ll rant and roar as our spirits soar
And the tales of our deeds unfold
And we don't give a damn as we drink our mead
In the halls of Lion’s Hold
Safely home in Lion's hold me boys,
Safely home in Lion's hold!
We are home safe and sound from the battle ground
Safely home in Lion's hold!