Poem- Ode to Stamford Bridge

King Harold
King Harold
Saxon army
Saxon army

September 1066 they came

Viking, Norseman, and the Danes

For the prize of England’s North

Three hundred longships came in tow

Up the Ouse they had to row

Their hungry eyes on York


With them was the King’s brother

Come to cause a lot of bother

Back to reclaim England’s North

Rape, pillage and to burn

Harsh lessons for the North to learn

Tostig’s eyes are set on York


English Earls decide to wait

Make battle at Fulford Gate

Defend the capital of the North

Alas the Anglo-Saxons are outdone

The Norsemen have overrun

Their prized city of York


King Harold is aghast

His army march north fast

To meet the Viking invasion

Get the timing right

Surprise the invaders in fight

Wait for the right occasion


T’was a hot summers day

When Harold met his prey

At a place called Stamford Bridge

Viking armour left at their base

Tostig parleyed face to face

On the banks of Stamford Bridge


The battle was no match

The Vikings were despatched

Saxon victory at the Bridge

Tostig and Viking King were dead

All Viking dreams ripped to shreds

Honour restored at Stamford Bridge

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mollymeadows 4 years ago from The Shire

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