Tune trad. Scottish Athole Gathering. Lyrics by Daisy Abbott, Jude Reid, and Kath Wheeler.
IC written by Jennet of Mourn.
Chorus: Who will go with gallant Archer? Who will go with Sweet Will's men? He's the flower of the Bregas And the darling of the fen See the white rose in his bonnet See his banner proudly sway His good sword he now has drawn it And has flung the sheath away
Fighting in the woods of Chalcis Orcs and monsters all were killed Highborn, Freeborn all to safety Marchers last to leave the field A sudden rush from Orcish forces Loud and clear retreat did sound As the portal closed behind us Three bold men lay on the ground
Up then spoke Courageous Archer "Marchers we have all to do Jack can open up the portal But we must bravely step back through If they live we'll bring them back And celebrate our Loyalty And if they're dead we'll bring them home To lay beneath an apple tree."
Every faithful Marcher followed Strong as steady as the tide Returned into the field of battle Stoutly marching side by side Ever watchful, ever onward Generals, Captains, brave Yeomen, Scoured the dark and faced the danger To bring the Cullachs home again!
Of the three that day were rescued Two were wounded mighty sore And one did give his life for Empire Birchland did rise up no more So Marchers always stand together To make a loss of one from three Join me now in praise and song For William Archer's bravery!