Good Duke Frederick looked out
On the field that morning
Where the foeman’s banners stood
And his troops were swarming.
"Good your Grace," now said the King,
"Would you be so willing
To take the new lads well in hand
And teach the ways of killing?"

"Sire, your wish is my command,"
Said the Duke most willing.
"I’ll teach them the ways of war
And the craft of killing."
Eric on his right hand stood,
On his left Rodrigo,
Sworn to follow where he led
And to go where he’d go.

"Hither, lads, and stand by me,
With your shields and sabers,
At my command you’ll march and fight,
Gain honor through your labors.
But before we great the foe,
I would name our warband.
‘Lost Boys’ is the mighty name
Under which you will stand.

"Forward, Lost Boys!" came the cry
‘cross open field and melee.
Broke the shield wall, stormed the keep,
Crossed moat and bridge and bailey.
"Now, my Lost Boys," Frederick said,
"Hold this keep most steady,
‘til the King has formed his line
And the charge is ready."

"Charge, Boys," came the King’s command.
Duke Frederick was ready.
In to the foeman’s deepest ranks,
The willing Lost Boys lead he.
Cross the bridge, onto the field,
Into the forest hoary,
Until the West’s victorious ranks
Claimed the day in glory.