To the tune of 'Men of Harlech' as performed here

Men of Fenrose stop your dreaming Can't you see their spear points gleaming See their warrior pennants streaming To this battlefield

Men of Fenrose stand ye steady It can never be said that ye For the battle were not ready Marchers never yield

From the hills rebounding Hear our warcry sounding Summon all at Mournwold's call The mighty force surrounding Men of Fenrose on to glory This will ever be your story Keep these burning words before ye Marchers will not yield