[Lyric] King of the English (Mael Mrdha)

Charged with the most pressing of tasks
We journey far from Laighin’s shore
In search of aid for my Righ’s cause
From he who styles himself King of the English
The second Henry, great grandson of the bastard
Who wormed his way across the English channel
Deposing the Saxon (who were) weakened by Danes
Old habits die hard, landgrabbers

So what be our fate. Vanquished of Victors
Wolves gnaw at our heels so we ask the help of Lions

To Wales where did begin our search
To Fitzharding, De Barra and the Fleming
O’er the March to the English plain, Saxon under the Gall Glassa’s yoke
In London we’re told he be in France fighting to hold his third of that land
Another voyage across the channel
Before the Saxon they deposed the French

So what be our fate, vanquished of Victors
Wolves gnaw at our heels so we ask the help of Lions
But to who will they turn when the wolves are gone?
Frank, Saxon, Scot and Welsh, In their fate I feel the answer
Many days of travel by horse and foot through a land rich ev’n in the poverty of war
‘Till finnaly with the King of the English was my Righ granted an audience

The Gall be strange, slaves to ceremony, all restrained, cold if you will
Cruel, calculating but fierce in war. Is our fate to follow the Saxon and Frank?

Henry grants permission for troops to be gathered by my King in his name
By royal writ and we return to Britain

So what be our fate. Vanquished of Victors
Wolves gnaw at our heels so we ask the help of Lions
But to who will they turn when the wolves are gone?
Frank, Saxon, Scot and Welsh, in their fate I feel the answer