A Copper For Your Trouble
(Author Unknown)
Sing a song of ancients;
Somber, strong, and ready;
Tell the tale of battle;
‘Til our hearts are heavy;
Sons of men, off you go;
Sing for blessed Havensong;
A copper for your trouble;
A flower for your mother;
Build the mighty fortress;
Craft the wall and blade;
Prepare the day of ruin;
Ossari’s on his way;
Trampling the mountains;
Firing the plains;
Slaying ox and farmer;
Crushing yoke and spade;
Sons of men, off you go;
Fight for blessed Havensong;
A copper for your trouble;
A flower for your mother;
At the gates are waiting;
Enemies of all;
All the heroes fallen round;
The gates of Amensol;
Round them up, round them up;
Avendyr will call;
Send us to the Sanctum;
Where the last of men will fall;
Sons of men, off you go;
Die for blessed Havensong;
A copper for your trouble;
A flower for your mother;
Havensong is sinking;
Prepare the wat'ry grave;
Hearts of men are with it;
Death to all today;
Oh you mighty Avendyr;
Summon up the slain;
For the suns of Terminus;
Can fight and win the day;
Sons of men, off you go;
Give your all for Havensong;
A copper for your trouble;
A flower for your mother;
