Squire, bring my armour, my sword and my destrier,
I've raised an army to break Henry's power.
South from the Humber, we'll march to the Severn,
With Douglas of Scotland, to join with Glendower.
Ready your weapons and don warlike harness,
The King rides to greet us at Shrewsbury town.
He'll pay what he owes me, or fight on the morrow,
The blue lion of Percy will bloody the ground.
(This song is incomplete. Watch for more verses in Wolvenwords, Vol. 2)