THE LEGION GOES NORTH

From lands we have forgotten

To a country none knows

On the way of all our fathers

The long stride goes.

The great hills gather darkness

And late larks fall.

But Oh! the glory singing

In the hearts of us all!

The little roads, the by roads

Strike up across the fell

Into what vales of tarrying

Not one of us can tell.

For us it is the straight road,

And night nigh at hand,

The way of all our fathers

Over the borderland.

Valerian, Victorious,

We praise the Lord of Light

For dead days and live days

And strong camp at night.

Content that ever on the Wall

A great star gleams,

Thy flame of everlastingness

Dear city of our dreams.