Stand tall the mighty huscarl
Guardian of our king
Laying low the bitter foeman
As the falcon takes to wing
Chorus:
Huscarl, huscarl,
you shall guard our land,
But we will fight beside you
When you choose to make your stand
Huscarl, huscarl, huscarl
Sitting at the king's right knee
And living in his hall,
Feasting at his table
You're ready for his call
Chorus
As the battle crushes in
There forms a huscarl ring,
Axes held high over head
None shall touch our king.
Chorus
And now the battle's over
And our king stands all alone.
Around him fallen huscarls
Whose axes shattered bone.
Chorus
Copyright Charles Dennison. Copyable within the Society for Creative Anachronism.