THE CRUSADER'S SONG By Conn McNeill I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall. As my ship sails out I watch the far coastline, leaving my kinsman my heart is full pained. I've traded all for the cross at my shoulder, no land for a third son so I'm away. I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall. As I look around me at the men on the benches, their eyes are like mine so I know their hearts pain. I sing them a song of bravery and battle, now their eyes shine like the keen polished blade. We're for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. We're for the holy land sailing, and we'll win our fortune or as martyrs we'll fall. I followed King Richard to Sicily island, Joanna's dowry against Tancred prevailed. Now a fortune in silver, a new wife hath Richard, I've a swift horse and a fine coat of maile. I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall At landfall in Cypress they refused Baron Galliah, Richard in anger has answered in steel Now the crown of Cypress he's added to England's, I've added knighthood's gold spurs to my heels I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall. I followed the banner to battle at Targrin, held it aloft when it's bearer was slain. We've given Richard a tower o'er the city, he's given me rank and a full captain's pay. I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall. On the coastline at Tarsus we met with the Paynim, we won the battle though many men fell. One was a baron with lands that need tending, now they are mine and I'll tend them well.. I'm for the holy land sailing, to win back Jerusalem's walls. I'm for the holy land sailing, and I'll win my fortune or a martyr I'll fall. Now I sit in court over Christian and Moslem, I've a strong keep and soldiers ten score. King Richard's army has sailed back to England, I've said farewell for I'll see them nay more you see, I'm in the holy land staying, to guard my own castle walls. I'm in the holy land staying, I've won my fortune so farewell to all.