No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
Cause I remember when we used to sit
In the conquered yard in London
Oh my oh my - all those Norman gits
Would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
All that fighting
In this new kingdom we can't forget the past
So dry your tears I seh
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
Little warrior, don't shed no tears
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
Said I remember when we used to stand
In the Saxon line at Stamford
And Sir Marley would take his gear and give it a light, I seh,
The Danes were stones through the night
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
While Harold cut the Danes
Our herbs had won the day
And the Saxons pushed on through
Oh, they go South, we say
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
Little warrior, don't shed no tears
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
An' I remember when we made our stand
On the Saxon side at Hastings
Oh my oh my - nasty Norman knights
Would mingle with the good people we meet
We light the weed, oh, the wind blows our smoke
The wrong way
It hits our side
In this great battle the Saxons were stoned
So dry your tears, I seh
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
Little warrior, don't shed no tears
No Harold no cry - no Harold no cry
by Marc Wilkinson
