Room: Make room, make room, my gallant boys
And give us room to rhyme
We've come to show St Edmund's play
Upon this Christmas time
But here are two who will not fail
Green Man and Herne appear
To oversee our ancient tale
At the turning of the year
Herne: I am Herne, half man, half deer
I answer England's call
When the hunting horn's heard clear,
When Dane and Saxon fall
Green Man: I am the spirit of the wood
Deep-grained in oak and yew
I speak of evil and of good
Turning old ways into new
Room: It is the year of 869, the Danes are at the door
King Edmund and his Saxon men are here to take the floor.
Carl: Come charge your horns with mead my men
Our king is come from Bury
Come Radweld, Edith, Piers and friend
And let us all make merry
Edmund: Here stand I proud English king
And Edmund is my name
I've fought the foe and made blades ring
Here's death to any Dane
Edith: My husband says it right -
Here's death to any foe
At his side I'll proudly fight
And to the battle go.
Radweld: I'll boldly follow king and queen
In such esteem they're held
At their side I've always been
My name it is Radweld
Piers: So if your armour springs a leak
Then Radweld is your man
Just pour it in, give it a tweak,
He'll seal you if he can.
Carl: Hark the sound of warlike drum
Our Saxon shores invaded
Oh bloody 'ell, the Vikings come,
Are all our chances faded?
Guthrum: Stand back you puny Saxon dogs
Make way for this Great Dane
I've landed with my mighty pack
Bold Guthrum is my name.
I'll quell these mangey Saxon curs
And force them into silence -
The censor will curtail this play
There's too much Saxon violence.
Sven: My name is Sven, the Danish champ,
I'm here to fight a Saxon.
I'll rape and pillage, I'm not camp,
So don't you start relaxing.
Radweld: I'll take the challenge Danish scum
And on this field we'll fight.
My sword will cleave you head to bum
And make you squeal all night
Sven: My arm is strong, my sword is sharp
I'll make you play the angel's harp
Edmund: Alas my faithful fighter true
Who's going to get revenge for you?
Carl: Trust me O king, your faithful guard
Will take revenge for him
My blade is sharp, and I'm well 'ard
The Dane's light will grow dim
Lars: I, Lars, declare the Danish light
Never will diminish,
Go Sven and with this 'ard man fight
And all his boasting finish.
Sven: My eyes are dim, I cannot see
He was too bloody hard for me.
Erik: Great Dane, Great Dane let me avenge
My bosom buddy Sven
We've fought from Oslo to Stonehenge
He was the best of men
Guthrum: Step forth brave Erik, do your worst
And show this pup your mettle
Slash him send him to his hearse
Your weapon's in fine fettle
Carl: Alas poor Edmund, I am slain
Our Saxon hopes are down the drain
Edmund: While saintly Edmund lives and breathes
We Saxons aren't defeated
Let me now my sword unsheathe
Let battle be completed.
Guthrum: So Edmund, you're some kind of saint?
Dressed like a girl, warrior you ain't.
Edith: Mock not the fighters of the fairer gender -
I am a Saxon queen.
I'll fight you now, you Danish bender,
You don't know where I've been
Margaret of Norway: You may well be a Saxon Queen
But I'm Marg'ret of Norway
I wouldn't fight him just like that
But you can do it your way.
Guthrum: Hear that, you scurvy Saxon dogs
Let all this talk be done
We Danes will hack you into logs
Before the setting sun
Piers: Oh what moans and groans are heard on the battlefield
I said what moans and groans are heard on the battle field?
Our brave King Edmund's lost his head
And is bleeding on the ground
His English body now lies dead
Let funeral trumpets sound.
Room: Now we must call for wisdom old
To bring life back to the land
Where are the spirits of the woods
Who'll make these heroes stand?
Herne: My magic plucked from outside time
Will make these warriors rise
To breathe again and so to climb
From death to worldly wise.
Green Man: My magic plucked from ancient wood
Will give these warriors breath
To conquer evil with their good
To move to life from death.
Guthrum: Come Edmund stand and fight once more
And I will finally settle the score
Edmund: Come Guthrum fight me where I am
I'll slice you like a Danish ham.
H/GM: Stay both your hands and stop the fight
And turn this darkness into light.
Edith: So from the powers of ancient magic
Such good has come from something tragic.
Erik: Let glasses rattle and rafters ring
Let's all raise our voices these words to sing: