English Curse

Many years back when these old oaks were young,

Not long after the north men had come,

A low and evil deed was done

In the dark of the new forest.

In the dark of the new forest.

From the shores of normandy king william came

To albion fair, king harold to slay.

With greed in his heart and a scurrilous claim,

He took the land for his own.

He took the land for his own.

Now john was a blacksmith, an honest old man.

He raised up his children and he worked with his hands

In his family's forge on a patch of land

In the dark of the new forest.

In the dark of the new forest.

King william rode out after his victory

To ravage the land and his hunger to feed.

For hunting grounds in the wessex trees.

He took the land for his own.

He took the land for his own.

But if you steal the land of an english man,

Then you shall know this curse:

Your first born son's warm blood will run

Upon the english earth.

Now king william's son was called rufus the red.

He took up the crown when his father was dead,

And he roamed the hunting grounds in his stead,

In the dark of the new forest.

In the dark of the new forest.

But john's curse it called out and lord tyrell fired low.

His arrow struck rufus with a sickening blow,

And he fell from his horse to the ground below,

And the land took him for its own.

And the land took him for its own.

So if you steal the land of an english man,

Then you shall know this curse:

Your first born son's warm blood will run

Upon the english earth.

Many years back when these old oaks were young,

Not long after the north men had come,

A low and evil deed was done.

In the dark of the new forest.

In the dark of the new forest.