Well Duke William came a sailing one fine autumn day
Across the English Channel from nearby Normandy
But Harold King of England
Far away in Stamford
G’ainst a mean old king of Norway
Who had the very same name.
Now Godwinson secured the north
Harralds Vikings afraid of thier blades
He turned his troops abruptly about
And double-timed all the way.
They marched and marched and marching south
They deserted along the way.
They needed to reap the harvest for a hungry winter day.
Now Godwinson with weary troops to Hastings
To find his doom or defend his noble claim
But Kings by God or the Pope are made.
And William believed in his crusade.
He would have that crown for which he’d prayed.
See Harold covered in clay.
Well William charged and charged again
The English they broke ranks
They Chased old William down the hill
Exposing there ass and flanks.
So the horses came a galloping in.
And to the Huskarls put an end.
A third of the fourth of the firth
Laid into their graves.
Young King Harold Godwinson
Alas he too was slain.
And arrow from an unknown bow
Into his royal brain.
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