If it's treasonous to say my Lady's fairer than the Queen
Then since I've dwelled within this land a traitor have I been

My Lady is beloved by every maid and every man
And she holds to her bosom all throughout her land
One moment she's serene like to a River Haven dawn
The next my Lady rages as a Rowany Easter storm

My sword is her's to call on and a thousand more besides
And each man knighted in her land takes her as his bride
A great stone adorns her navel changing colour with her mood
And from her man is gifted with clear water, wine and food

Girt by a golden halo in a gown of natures hues
My lady smiles upon me with eyes of grey and blue
And when I'm called to battle her lands and honour to defend
It's her name I cry to God as her enemies I rend

With "Lochac! Lochac!" on my lips I fight I kill I die
With "Lochac! Lochac!" on my lips I fight I kill I die

If it's treasonous to say my Lady's fairer than the Queen
Then since I've dwelled in Lochac a traitor have I been