كلمات Sentry

The blood-lines of our horses are hazy now Those who would know them are lost or gone away We have cleared fields and pastures four our herds They are steady friends, sure-footed and well fed We fly on the wind to keep the enemy guessing We travel in the nigh to catch them sleeping They dare not leave their villages unprotected Or we will swoop down and carry off their dear ones The old hill-forts are our bivouacs at night The old roman towns our hiding place The Latin tongue has dried up here long ago Blown on the dust of the departing legions Save us O Lord while waking And guard us while sleeping That awake we may watch with care And asleep may rest in peace We harry the enemy who lumbers along on foot They are better seafarers than land fighters They stick together, there's a safety in numbers For we pick off any strays or small scouting parties We surprise him in the morning and kill him as he runs Over land we know because our fathers farmed it. Arthur has made us into a tight fighting unit On fast ponies to confuse and rattle the invaders