Frank Turner - English Curse Lyrics
Many years back when the old oaks were youngNot long after the Northmen had comeA low and evil deed was doneIn the dark of the New ForestFrom the shores of Normandy King William cameTo Albion fair, King Harold to slayWith greed in his heart and his scurrilous claimHe took the land for his ownNow John was a blacksmith, an honest old manHe raised up his children and worked with his handsAt his family's forge in the patch of landIn the dark of the New ForestBut King William rode out after his victoryTo ravage the land in his hunger to thieveFor hunting grounds in the Wessex treesHe took the land for his ownBut if you steal the land of an EnglishmanThen you will know this curseYour first born son's warm blood will runUpon the English earthKing William's son was called Rufus the RedHe took up the crown when his father was deadAnd he rode the hunting grounds in his steadIn the dark of the New ForestBut John's curse it called out and Walt Tyrrell fired lowThe arrow struck Ruffus with a sickening blowAnd he fell from his horse to the ground belowAnd the land took him for it's ownSo if you steal the land of an EnglishmanThen you will know this curseYour first born son's warm blood will runUpon the English earthMany years back when the old oaks were youngNot long after the Northmen had comeA low and evil deed was doneIn the dark of the New Forest
