Une chanson, chantée par Omnia, mais traditionnelle, qui parle des résistants irlandais, appelé les Fenian (de Finn, un roi mythique d'irlande).
Le mp3 est téléchargeable légalement (c'est mis à disposition par Omnia) à ce lien :
http://www.worldofomnia.com/mp3/CoW_BoldFenianMen.mp3J'ai changé "the bold Fenian men" en "the bold northmen". Je trouve que le ton mélancolique et martial de la chanson va bien avec les ancêtres des rohirrim.
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Northmen
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Northmen.
Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they fought for their freedom and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Northmen
I passed on my way, the Valar be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Northmen
Autre chanson : The Foggy Dew, encore une sur la révolution irlandaise. L'air est connu, et les paroles s'adaptent très bien à la bataille des champs du Pelennor. Je l'ai modifiée pour rendre le point de vue d'un soldat de Rohan ayant marché à la bataille avec d'autres cavaliers, et qui chante la complainte de ceux qu'il ne reverra pas.
Pour se caler question musique, je recommande la version des Chieftains chantée par Sinéad O'Connor, qui est très belle.
As down the glen one march morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In eored passed me by.
No song did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the city' bells o'er the Anduin swells
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high in Anorien's town
Hung they out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Gondor's sky
Than at Gorgoroth or Dagorlad.
And from the plains of Riddermark
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Harad's sons with their oliphaunts
Marched in through the foggy dew.
The bravest fell, and the White Tower's bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died there side by side
In the springing of the year.
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew.
And back through the glen I rode again
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro
In my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled
Oh, glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew
Accueil 
je suis content il me reste le casque a lunette et le bouclier a avoir et quelques habits encore 
