Great Lords submit to Charles, our King,
As stars that fear the rising sun.
Ya ho! ya ho! for Victory!
Now Frankland's voice is heard afar,
It trumpets peace o'er land and sea,
The War God lists and stays his car.
Ya ho! ya ho! for huntsman's horn
Awakes once more the forest glade,
With mirth and joy that put to scorn
The battle scar, the murky blade.