Here did Harold, King of the English, fall and die
Under the Dragon Banner, pierced through an eye;
Harold, we honour you, last of the Saxon Kings,
Son of Hengest and Horsa - the Divine Twins.
Cerdic and Cynric - Sons of the Engel-Kin,
Wielding the Sword of AEtla - land to win;
England - won by the sword, worked by the plough.
And today - all that was won is thrown away
By cowardly fools who live for today;
With scant regard for those who won
This sacred land, and fought to save
This sacred land, that we may have
And cherish it for those to come.
Harken! Ye who seek to overthrow
This sacred land - this England!
Though the mass today are fast asleep,
Beware! There are Wolves Amongst The Sheep!
This was a poem-rite used at one of our activities at Battle Abbey in East Sussex, where on numerous occasions we not only gave honour to our English forebears, but protested against the anti-English bias of the '1066 celebrations'.