Author’s note:
To the tune “We Three Kings,” the Rohirrim sing as they ride to the Pelennor Field.

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We three men of Théoden king
Riding south to Gondor, we sing
Come from Helm’s Deep, naught will us keep
From what help we might bring.

Refrain:
O, king of Rohan, now in might
Lead us to a merry fight
Southward leading, still proceeding
Going into Mordor’s night.

Marshal of the éored I,
Elfhelm, make my enemies fly.
Striking firmly, naught shall turn me,
Under the sunlit sky.

[Refrain]

Holbytla, and Merry’s my name,
Théoden’s page, determined, I came
On the riding, ever hiding.
Valor shall bring me fame.

[Refrain]

Name me Dernhelm, you may assume
Though I’m young, I follow my doom.
Fighting for my king, ready for dying,
Fearing no stone-cold tomb.

[Refrain]

Mighty now behold him arise
Calling out a warrior’s cries,
“Fell deeds awake, spears we now shake!”
Destiny he defies.

[Refrain]