For whom will the horn blow?

For he who fell beneath the sword;
Blood flowing, life dimming,
But with heart lively burning?

For whom will the horn blow?

For he who his life doth give joy;
Faces smiling, hearts warming,
But with own soul silently suffering?

For whom will the horn blow?

For he who toils heavily,
Arms aching, chest heaving,
But with labour deeply rewarding?

For whom will the horn blow?

For he who embraces grief;
Soul wailing, heart aching,
But with thankless sacrifice joy-making?

For whom will the horn blow?
Before lonely hill and empty valley,
With resounding call it forth sally.

For whom will the horn blow?
A weightless prize bereft of reward,
To where should this nameless honour bear toward?

For whom ... should the horn blow?