Mine eyes have seen the fury
of the coming of the host
They are trampling out the tribute
From the farmers we love most
They are coming here in boat loads
From the nearby Norman coast
And we ain't gonna take no more!
CHORUS (after every verse):
Gory, gory, what a hellva way to die
Gory, gory, what a hellva way to die
Gory, gory, what a hellva way to die
And we ain't gonna take no more!
We rushed down from the battle-bridge
To make it to the field
And there were William's forces
With their nerves and hides all steeled
And then his herald told us
"You will die if you don't yield"
And we laughed into his face
We scaled the hill at Hastings
And we all dug in real good
When they rode up, we hewed 'em
Like a loyal Saxon should
The horses then fell in the trench
The way we knew they would
And they ain't gonna fight no more
The horses broke upon our shields
Like wind upon a wood
It was quite clear to William
That a charge would do no good
So he thought that he would trick us
Like a normal Norman hood.
He called for a retreat.
The Normans turned and scattered
Just to try to get away
So we all got up and chased them
To be sure we won the day
And then they turned around again
And mowed us down like hay
And we ain't gonna fight no more
A lot of Saxon bodies lie a-moldering on the ground
With just a few less Normans lying
Scattered all around
On Christmas Day 1066
The Bastard took the Crown
But we'll be back some day.
He took our lands, he took our goods
And gave them to his friends
He took our Saxon Common Law
And turned it to his ends
But we shall sure return one day
And then we'll make amends
Yes, we'll be back some day.