English Curse

[Produced By Tristan Ivemy] [Hook 1] Many years back when the old oaks were young Not long after the Northmen 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 his 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 At his family's forge in 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 in his hunger to thieve For hunting grounds in the Wessex trees He took the land for his own He took the land for his own [Hook 2] But if you steal the land of an Englishman 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 rode 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 Walt Tyrrell 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 The land took him for its own [Hook 2] [Hook 1]