STREW THE FIELD WITH FALLEN FOEMEN

By Sir Steven MacEanruig and Sir William the Lucky

Strew the field with fallen foemen,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.
Harken to the joyous omen,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.

Western swords are brightly shining,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.
Eastern hopes are swift declining,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.

Proudly flies the Western banner,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.
See it borne in martial manner,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.

Mongol hordes with songs of glory,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.
Soon will be battered and gory,
Fa-la-la-la-la la-la la-la.

Tune: 'Deck the Halls'