What would a soldier sacrifice To lay himself on cobbled dirt, That honestmen might vow by oath To hold together the union?
His purse, his purpose, e'en his life, Our knight would place on hallowed earth; The silker, though, would rather beg To hold together the union.
In victory's arms I sleep at night, Beneath the fierce pharoanic sun That built and broke the Umayyads To hold together the union.
I traveled all the ancient lands, I found no joy where'er I trod; Ferns are green where rivers spring, But lauded hills bear blackened soil, And joy resides where dwelleth God.
The dawn of man is close at hand, The fall of man is past its due; The sword lies shattered in the sand To hold together the union.
Cross-battles waged on crisping ice, I won't for martial fame partake, In fear that I would be obliged To hold together the union.
Of mortal faith I haven't cared But, lying now on cobbled dirt, By faith, I solemnly declare To hold together the union.