Roland Coldheart
The men went of to Haderlode,
Their wolves in the lead,
Off to catch the thief and crook Roland Cold.
They searched all day and night until their feet were cold,
Staying in a tavern to rest and gather speed,
Roland would be around that town so the stories told.
At dusk they found Roland’s Stronghold,
And his mighty stead,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.
They found in his lair stacks of silver and gold,
More than they’d ever need,
The men went off to Haderlode,
In the market the horse they went and sold,
And bought food for their mouths to feed,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold
They set out to find that marauder, all brave and bold,
For every year of their search they added a single bead.
The men went of to Haderlode,
Off to catch the theif and crook Roland Cold.
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