Wen Heath

[Corkhill, Tradition Scotish]Will Speak Of A Lord Among EarlsBaron Of Barons, Athestan KingMy Kinsmen And I Fought By This side;Bestower Of Ring, In Battle FamedWe Vowed Our Services To Stand,Whem From The North His EnemyTo Defend His Ancient LandHewed The LindeWood, Hacked Battle ShieldSons With Hammered BrandsA Greatness Bestowed From Their Fathers BeforeStruck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their HomesThere Lay Many A Man Marred By The Javelin,Men Of The Northland Shot Over ShieldThere Was The Scotman Weary Of WarStruck For Their Hoards And Their Hearths And Their HomesTurned The Invader For Country And Throne!Northman And Saxon, Side By SideThe Day To Fall Or PrevailFate Of These Lands, Now To DecideTo Be Told Of In Songs And SpearFiercely We Fougth, Nevre To YieldAll Men Saw The Earl Die On That DayThe Scotsmen Fled The FieldCome The Light Of DawnClatter Of Mail Heralds One MoreAs I Had Foreseen, The Day I Would RueAs My Brother Lay Slain On The FloorFive Young Kings Slept By SwordNumberless Men Fell DeadGrimly, With Steel Sharp From The StoneAll Were Slain Who Fled