(Hark to those hoof beats) Over the ground There comes a sound It is the drum, drum, drum of hoof beats in the sand (Galloping horses in the sand) Quiver with fear If you are near It is the thunder of the Shadow and his band (Fly away for/His band will find you soon) And all who plunder learn to understand To understand the cry of Ho! So we sing as we are riding Ho! It's a time you'd best be hiding low It means the Riffs are abroad Go Before you've bitten the sword Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you So! In the night or early morn you know If you're the Red Shadow's foe The Riffs will strike with a blow That brings you woe