I am a modern hero: a veteran of Rduna;
Not long ago, recruited from the bogs of sweet Yruma;
I used to cry out: Butter! because that was my trade, sir,
Till I 'listed for a Soldier-boy to stand tall as Vaegir,
For to fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
And so, once inside the castle, my mind it did bewilder.
I bid good-bye to Helga dear, the bright cliffs of Radoghir;
Says I, the Rinnish Volunteer, the Kerry a one afraid is,
Because we've got the soldier bold, Yaroglek, for to lead us.
For to fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
We soon got into battle: we made a wall of meatmen:
Our noble archers soon gave way: they fell as thick as northmen.
But O! The slaughter that we made, O Gods, it was delighting!
For, the Rinnish lads in action are the finest boys for fighting.
And they fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
For to fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
By snow, we never will give in, in any sort of manner,
Until the the land is one again, beneath the leopard banner;
And if “King” Al should interfere, he'd suffer for it truly;
For, soon the Rinnish Volunteers will take Almerra duly
We’ll fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
And! now, before I end my song, this free advice I'll tender:
We soon will use the Kerries up and make them all surrender,
And, once again, the Leopard white will rise above the white cliffs,
If Good King Yar will give us back our darling boyo Wycliffe,
We’ll fight for Yaroglek;
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.
He'll lead us on to glory, O! He'll lead us on to glory, O!
To save the ol’ Rindyar.