This is the tale of the man

   Who heard a word in the night

In the land of the heathery hills,

   In the days of the feud and the fight.

By the sides of the rainy sea,

   Where never a stranger came,

On the awful lips of the dead,

   He heard the outlandish name.

It sang in his sleeping ears,

   It hummed in his waking head:

The name—Ticonderoga,

   The utterance of the dead.