The fight for Rohan
That thy land should fall,
And no joy nor song should sing
Of Rohan's riders tall.
How did it happen, my liege
That the friend should turn,
And thy allie should lay thy kingdom siege,
And watch thy people burn.
How did it come, my Lord,
That the hope should flee,
When still apt with use the spear and the sword,
Thy kingdom will fight for thee.