Rebelly Row

Forgive me, if my love is fleeting
for the wind shan't bring me home
among the crows, I will be feasting
upon that hill at Rebelly Row

Curdling calls of country calling
did sweep me off to fields unknown
a hurting heart in rhythm falling
on merry march, i was to go

I beg you dear don't blame me harshly
for how was I meant to know
that lordly lust for land a' plenty
would leave me here at Rebelly Row

Across mighty Tora we pounded justly
our feet did flounder in the flow
left our lads o' lord a' trusty
in silted beds await below

In heaving huddles, winter biting
we formed the ranks as we'd been shown
the princely lord, honour blinding
did lead the charge among the snow

I warn you now, don't try to find me
for devils weed beings to grow
among the bodies strewn a' plenty
upon that hill at Rebelly Row

The lovely lord's steed was skewered
a bloodied crown laid bare to show
on frozen ground a bloodline faltered
upon that hill at Rebelly Row

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A partisan song about the devestating defeat of the Dorian army at the Battle of Rebelly Row. Often sung by opponents of the Grand Duke and members of seperatist factions, it has been outlawed withing the Grand Duchy though it can still be heard often outside of the main settlements.