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