Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing

Take women and children and bed them down

Bless with a hard heart and those who surround me

Bless the women and children, who firm our hands

Put our backs to the north wind, hold fast by the river

Sweet memories to drive us on for the motherland

So bring me my broadsword and clear understanding

So bring me my broadsword and a cross of gold as a talisman