When I came back to my (water)camp on Saturday evening, I heard five men marching from the showers to the wayfarers' camp with the song of Sharp's rifles. Thank you very much for that!
I love this song, may be next time you could sing it for Mitraspera. I changed the wording a bit:
There are five elements in the land For all the settlers who will stand To 'list and fight the foe today. Over the sea and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main. Through East, North, West and South again. The Archonts command and we obey. Over the sea and far away.
When duty calls me I must go To stand and face another foe. But part of me will always stray Over the sea and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main. Through East, North, West and South again. The Archonts command and we obey. Over the sea and far away.
If I should fall to rise no more, As many comrades did before, Then ask the fifes and drums to play. Over the hills and far away.
O'er the hills and o'er the main. Through East, North, West and South again. The Archonts command and we obey. Over the sea and far away.
Then fall in lads behind the drum, With colours blazing like the sun. Along the road to come-what may. Over the sea and far away.
At ease!
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