READY TO BE A WARRIOR

Ready was the warrior
Ready was the war horse

I waited for the sign
That would come from the titmouse

Riding out the gate
I stuck the rod beneath it

If it grows, if it blossoms
Wait for my return

If it doesn't grow or blossom
Wait for me no longer

When I went off to war
Cut a cross into the oak

Don't cry father, mother
Let the cross cry in the oak