SONG OF THE FREE COMPANY

We are the men the men of the Free Company.
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead.
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast
We fight for the side what pays the most
For we are the men the men of the Free Company.

Well I got no wife and I call no place my home,
But I got me a girl for the night and a sword I own.
But sunrise calls and the line forms up
And that's the drink of the soldier's cup.
I'll march with the men the men of the Free Company,

Now I don't mind the cold and I don't mind the rain and mud
For the bottle's joined and the fire is in my blood.
Who cares if the devil is on your side,
I got my pay and I got my pride,
The pride of a man a man of the Free Company.

If I fall 'neath the ranks with an arrow in my side
And my blood flows out in a wave of battle's tide.
Where many a man has met his bane
Another steps up to fight again
And hold the line the line of the Free Company.

So let's drink to the men who've died and to them what live.
Let's drink to us what takes and to them what gives.
Let's drink to the mothers who born us free.
A soldier's life is the life for me.
A soldier marching on with the Free Company,

We are the men the men of the Free Company.
We fight for a purse of gold and a horn of mead.
From Sarkland sands to the Irish coast
We fight for the side what pays the most
For we are the men the men of the Free Company.