Poem- Ode to Senlac Ridge

Tis often said

King Harold was dead

Up on Senlac Ridge

Arrow from the sky

Took out his eye

Up on Senlac Ridge

Tis more recently thought

Harold not thoroughly sought

Amongst the dead of Senlac Ridge

Saxon joy unfound

His body ne’er found

Amongst the dead of Senlac Ridge

Tis sometimes said

Another body was instead

The King of Senlac Ridge

That body was for sure

Buried at sea shore

The King of Senlac Ridge

Tis quietly spoke

By Anglo-Saxon folk

After Senlac Ridge

Harold escaped the fight

And put to flight

After Senlac Ridge

Tis often yearned

Of Harold’s return

In revenge for Senlac Ridge

Rebellion on his mind

Kick the Bastard’s behind

In revenge for Senlac Ridge

Tis sometimes spake

He became The Wake

Repaid William for Senlac Ridge

Evaded capture with skill

Normans he did kill

Repaid William for Senlac Ridge

Tis often told

The Wake grew old

Honour repaid for Senlac Ridge

A monk’s life he would keep

In Bosham he would weep

Honour repaid for Senlac Ridge