By land and sea, race after race had come to fight for hills,
Blue eyes, dark eyes were mixed galore though taken it as sin,
And bloody wars and bloody Gods had made of plain the gills,
Like crossed the field The Offa"s Dyke which later stood between.

They built the forts and fought for forts and praised the Dogs of War, 
Who were brave and were strong and won the right for dirge,
But Saxes (Saises) from the East had sailed to rape the core,
Anew the Isle was sunk in death along the whole of stretch.

When finally the years had passed the Isle had lost its soul:
The fairies, Arthur, druids, Rome - retreated into shadows,
Instead of this the Isle absorbed a lot of English foul,
And useless Gods faced downwards the Covenant of Jesus.

And nowadays the ancient hills at all are not being dimmed,
The churches peal of those who come to live in order to be mixed....