The Muster of Youth

Rally to the King boys!
Fight at the Lion's side.
Rally to the King boys!
Defend our Saxon pride.
We rally to the King!
With courage shining bright.
We rally to the King!
To battle with all our might.

Rally to the King boys!
It's your land, your life at stake.
Rally to the King boys!
Don't let the formation break.
We rally to the King!
To defend our motherland.
We rally to the King!
Tho' it's not the life we planned.

Rally to the King men!
Tho' you're battered, bruised and sore.
Rally to the King men!
We've almost won the war.
We rallied to the King!
We've given our sweat and blood.
We rallied to the King!
To die alone in the mud.

Rally to the King men!
Rejoice with bawdy cheer.
Rally to the King men!
There are no children here.
We rallied to the King!
Our glory's fading fast.
We rallied to the King!
The time for joy has passed.

For youth lies dead on the battlefield,
slaughtered by use of sword and shield.