Whom have you fought, My Son? 
Tell me, was your battle proudly won? 
Your tunic black with blood, 
Your brassard discolored 
And caked with mud: 
Where have you fought 
     for the Glory of our Clan, my son? 
 
I fought upon the fen, My Lord, 
Where I met my master with the sword: 
My Foe, in crimson cape, 
I fear his phantom shape, 
I must escape! 
I took no victory, 
     instead I turned and ran, My Lord. 

Then shame be on you whom I called My Son, 
Dishonor to My Clan must not be done: 
To win from him the battle that you lost, 
To wrest from him the honor that you cost, 
The line you crossed, 
I go fight your battle for you, 
     you who were My Son. 
 
Whom have you fought, Our Lord? 
Your Son came home and died without a word. 
Our Lord, have you been hurt? 
The Blood of Honor flows down from your shirt 
Into the dirt. 
Where have you fought 
     for the glory of Your Clan, Our Lord? 

I fought upon the fen, My Clan, 
But it was Death I faced and not a man: 
My Foe in crimson cape 
I fear his phantom shape 
I must escape! 
I pray my Son will know 
     I just did not understand.

Am                       Dm 
Whom have you fought, My Son? 

E                        F -0-   Am 
Tell me, was your battle proudly won? 

     F                Em 
Your tunic black with blood, 

     Dm             Am 
Your brassard discolored 

               Em 
And caked with mud: 

Am             Dm             Em           Em7      Am 
Where have you fought for the Glory of our Clan, my son?