Composed in 2013 following our warriors entrapment and miraculous rescue from the icy roads of Breedon Church
Hasten O Wychwood, homeward from Hauksby,
White minibus on the snow covered road.
Strong-hafted axe and the new swords of iron
Are needed along with the cloaks we have sewed
Draw up the axes O vehicle companions
Later when we drive into a snow drift,
We'll hack our way out sacrificing our clothing,
Cloaks which allowed us our long-bus to shift
Hasten o warriors, out of the bus now,
Break up the layers of hard-frozen snow.
Chop with your axes and work with your swords till
All of the four wheels can be freely moved.
Mud and melting ice are soaking our shoes and
Our muscles are aching, but don't give up yet.
Our reward will be plenty when we arrive home,
We'll take a hot shower and sleep in warm bed.
Hasten now backwards, strong men of Wychwood,
A silver vehicle is coming behind.
They saw our disaster and tried to turn back, but
Grip on the ice sheets they could neither find.
Strange they will find our kit and our weapons,
Decent old couple sitting in their car,
We'll grant them some help and we'll put them back on road
because polite Saxons and Vikings we are.
Hasten to Oxford, glorious heroes,
The road is now clear and your work is well done,
But before the sun sets a coach will leave Oxford,
A coach that Kate's desperate to get on.
Speed through the village, off to the highway,
And never look back to these snow-covered roads,
And cursed be Dawson's Lane for six years and one day
For trapping our bus and destroying our clothes.
