So our laughter is longer and louder than most
And the mead we drink faster than ever it's poured,
For the men of the Border have found that the dancing
Is sweetest when danced on the edge of the sword.
Our leather we dye with foemen blood
Our swords know naught of rust.
We ward the gates to the southern lands
And ever hold that trust.
If ever you see a warrior stride
With eyes so fierce and bold,
You'll know he's done a turn on the wall
In an outpost border hold.
We take our pleasure as we can
By this be not dismayed,
For the fire that sheds the brightest light
Must sooner die and fade.
So sleep ye safe in your silks and furs
And in your great halls dine.
For they keep the wolf beyond the wall
Who keep the border line.