Murne ic min kyng, siððan Wyllelm gewann
Murne ic min kyng, Harold Godwineson.
O-ho, O-ho.
Hwanne Hardrada cam uppan ða norð,
Clegende se kyng and we ridan ut,
O-ho, O-ho.
Æt Stamfordbrycg, Hardrada crang;
Ða Norðmann beag eall ðynce wel,
O-ho, O-ho.
Suðweardes we ridan on yuel aerend;
Æt Pefnesea, Wyllelm leas uran,
O-ho, O-ho.
In a Hastings hill ure weall hiewde
Mid sweord and sagol, aecs and scild
O-ho, O-ho
Ic campide min kyng, aecs in hand,
Ic ampide min kyng and for Enga land,
O-ho, O-ho.
Ðurh flan-feðered and acen bord
Ic sean se kyng uppan ða grund,
O-ho, O-ho.
A Norman mece cleoft his healf;
In campe-storm he cwelan ðaer,
O-ho, O-ho.
Nu folc wit wel ðaet Harold crang,
And mit him crang ðaet rice to,
O-ho, O-ho.
And we no habbað a bastard kyng,
His Norman hand baer se beachnels-baeg,
O-ho, O-ho.
Min wund bled gen, se haeleð ne;
Min lað ic slan gen feltes stieles,
O-ho, O-ho.
Swa swilt ic her, Seaxe freate;
Ic fylge Haroldes blanca clað,
O-ho, O-ho.
Murne ic min kyng, siððan Wyllelm gewann
Murne ic min kyng, Harold Godwineson.
O-ho, O-ho.