An old campfire song sung by soldiers and mercenaries.
And so off a-soldiering I shall go
And shall I return again, who can know?
But never forget, should I fall to the foe
Don't leave me behind for Three Rivers.
The North holds its horrors or so I've been told
Of snow that can cut you much deeper than cold.
Should I jump to my death as my nightmares take hold
May I fall past the reach of Three Rivers.
The men of the East have their barbarous ways
And they bring in their wake the great war of the age
But when thousands lie dead hear the words of the sage:
Leave none whole can rise for Three Rivers.
The Lord of the South he is broken of mind
He'll turn you to glass if your soul he can find
But at least if you're glass that leaves nothing behind
That can be in the thrall of Three Rivers.
The Great Western Forest is best left alone
For who knows what horrors the Weavers have known?
Those who go looking, well they have been shown...
But it's nothing as bad as Three Rivers.
So close my eyes gently when my time here ends
And share out my gold between comrades and friends
Don't leave me unburned or I must die again
And again and again for Three Rivers.
Sometimes, this last verse gets a bit upsetting for the younger soldiers and mercs, so the veterans, to avoid making their comrades uneasy on the eve of battle, will sing this bawdy version:
So close my eyes gently when my time here ends
And share out my gold between comrades and friends,
But hands off my wife or I'll rise once again
And it won't be to fight for Three Rivers!