Baldwin get your sword, get your sword, get your sword
Know that you’re a son, you’re a son, of the Lord
Now fulfill your destiny
Saving Christianity
There’s no time to waste, glory taste, make your haste
See the Latin West, send her best, that’s no jest
Find relics, holy sites galore
And give alms unto the poor
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word, over there
That the Franks are coming, the Franks are coming
With Te Deum-ing in the air
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word, to beware
We’ll be over, we’re coming over
And we won’t come back till we’ve taken Outremer
Baldwin mount your steed, mount your steed, mount your steed
Baldwin move with speed, and remember the Creed
Expiate your sins today, if those Saracens you slay
To the Levant coast, take your host, to their post
Vassals from your land, swords in hand, make their stand
Absolution comes to you
If you fight and you stay true
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word, over there
That the Franks are coming, the Franks are coming
With Te Deum-ing in the air
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word, to beware
We’ll be over, we’re coming over
And we won’t come back till we’ve taken Outremer
- Latin verse fragment attributed to Pope Urban II, c. 1095