Hang Out Our Banners On The Outward Walls

The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn. We might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home. Till famine and the ague eat them up. Everyone keeps yelling here they come.

Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home. Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still they come our castle s strength.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls. Will laugh a siege to scorn. Enter macbeth seyton and soldiers with drum and colours. Our castle is strong enough to laugh off their seige.

5 were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home. Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up. Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up. They can sit out there until they die of hunger and disease.

Hang our flags on the outer walls. A cry within of women. Were they not forced with those that should be ours we might have met them dareful beard to beard and beat them backward home. The cry is still they come our castle s strength.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still they come our castle s strength will laugh a siege to scorn.