by
Hoegard Harfoot
March 19, 2012
In Rohan green
Run horses keen
Of the purest white
Lords of the field
Sharp swords do wield
And shields so very bright
Eorl king's kin
Do make stout men
And shield-maid contrite
Eowyn sword queen
First Rohan’s seen
Now Meduseld’s delight
In Rohan green
Run horses keen
Of the purest white