Murne Ic Min Kyng

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_Words and Music by Andrew of Wolvewood

Translated into the original Old English by Ld. Maegril Elentur o Amon
Source: Wolvenwords

MIDI NWC Original Modern English _

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.

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