IF THEY COME
Will they come through the darkness? Will they come?
Or screaming with the dawning of the sun?
Is it time to fire the beacon?
Lest men’s resolve should weaken
Should we tell the boy to beat the battle drum?
Does that eastern glow mean Jarrow’s over-run
And presages the stinking Viking scum?
To visit us with thunder
To pillage, rape and plunder
Returning thence to Norway whence they come?
Will they nail our Christian priests to churches doors?
Will they take our women for their Saxon whores?
Our children as their slaves
Then sail across the waves
To raise them as a Viking for their wars?
In Northumbria our ancestors have dwelt
We took it from the Walha and the Celt
They were harried and were pressed
To their wastelands in the West
To no-one has a Saxon ever knelt.
But has the waning of the Sais begun?
Do we see the setting of our sun?
Has wyrd decreed our course
To flee before the Norse
Or will we stand like Saxons if they come?
If they come.