Pack up the markets of this town,
The people have long been gone
And many the wares have been sold,
Including my pet swan;
When the towns bell cried ding dong, the people went to hide,
For the mighty foe's advance,
We grabbed our bows and into the walls we fled,
For losing our town we could not chance.
Our stone fortress stood up tall,
Against all odds we fought,
But when our walls start to fall,
And loads of stone we bought,
The peasants strived to complete,
But we built back up the keep,
The wolves of land shall feast like lords,
As the mighty lion-hearted kings wife weeps.