Wen Heath

Will Speak Of A Lord Among Earls

Baron Of Barons, Athestan King

My Kinsmen And I Fought By This side;

Bestower Of Ring, In Battle Famed

We Vowed Our Services To Stand,

Whem From The North His Enemy

To Defend His Ancient Land

Hewed The LindeWood, Hacked Battle Shield

Sons With Hammered Brands

A Greatness Bestowed From Their Fathers Before

Struck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their Homes

There Lay Many A Man Marred By The Javelin,

Men Of The Northland Shot Over Shield

There Was The Scotman Weary Of War

Struck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their Homes

Turned The Invader For Country And Throne!

Northman And Saxon, Side By Side

The Day To Fall Or Prevail

Fate Of These Lands, Now To Decide

To Be Told Of In Songs And Spear

Fiercely We Fougth, Nevre To Yield

All Men Saw The Earl Die On That Day

The Scotsmen Fled The Field

Come The Light Of Dawn

Clatter Of Mail Heralds One More

As I Had Foreseen, The Day I Would Rue

As My Brother Lay Slain On The Floor

Five Young Kings Slept By Sword

Numberless Men Fell Dead

Grimly, With Steel Sharp From The Stone

All Were Slain Who Fled