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The Ballad of Badon Hill

Posted on January 12, 2012 at 12:55 AM

Men of Britain loud their cry

their banners held upright and high

Their pennants flare against the sky

On the road to Badon

Paint your faces Britain’s children

Sing your songs of battle

The foemen come to take your homes

And burn your lands and cattle

So take your sword

And sound your cry

Give your word to fight or die

And breach the line as arrows fly

To Victory at Badon

The Saxons hordes are all arrayed

In all their mail and arms displayed

Their hands hard on their swords are stayed

On the hill of Badon

So paint your faces Britain’s children

Sing your songs of slaughter

The foemen come to take your homes

And slay your sons and daughters

So take your sword

And sound your cry

Give your word to fight or die

And breach the line as arrows fly

Take the hill of Badon

The bodies hewn lie on the ground

The surviving few gather round

Of Saxon voices there is no sound

Upon the face of Badon

So gather your dead Britain’s children

Sing your songs of sorrow

Your brothers dearly bought the day

But comes a new tomorrow

So take your wife

And hold her dear

And live happily throughout the years

Britain is free so forget your fears

But remember always Badon

Categories: Poems and Songs

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