A lonely star of heaven’s gaze,
the moonlight on her brow does play,
But when she rode away that day,
the hope and light of dear land stay.

Disguised, as one under oath and load,
Gliding northward, refusing to be slowed,
With a secret errand beared, on she rode,
Mountain uncorrode, broke upon her true abode.

An inner spirit blue doth burn
Passion of loyalty did churn.
Then rode away with feelings stern,
With tears as strong as of silver fern.

The gleam in her eyes of light,
Let foes ahead flee in fright,
Her sword glimmered in the night
As her valor drove her might.