A marching cadence, translated from Altmeris. [Rhythm]

Around her hair she wears a little ribbon

She ties it in the morning, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she wears it

She wears it for an-pelin [a warrior], who is far, far away

far away

far away

She wears it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

Along the shore she pushes a baby’s prammie

She pushes it along the seashore, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she pushes it

She pushes it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

far away

far away

She pushes it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

Upon her hand she keeps a ring of moonstone

She keeps it around her finger, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she keeps it

She keeps it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

far away

far away

She keeps it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

Within her home she’s saved a warrior’s portrait

She gazes on the portrait, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she saved it

She saved it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

far away

far away

She saved it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

Around her form she dons the dress of mourning

She dons the dress of mourning, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she wears it

She wears it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

far away

far away

She wears it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

Upon his stone she lays the little ribbon

She lays it in the evening, every single day

And if you ask her why on Nirn she lays it

She lays it for an-pelin, who is far, far away

far away

far away

She lays it for an-pelin, who is far, far away