EMERALD

Down from the glen, came the marching men
With their shields and their swords
To fight the fight, they believed to be right
And overthrow the overlords
To the town where there was plenty
They brought plunder, sword and flame
When they left the town was empty
children would never play again
From their graves, I heard the fallen,
Above the battle cry.
By that bridge near the border,
There were many born to die,
Then onward over the mountain
And outward toward the sea
They had come to claim the Emerald
Without it they could not leave.