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In the year of our Lord, ten sixty-six, the leaves began to turn
When Harald Hardrada sailed to strike, and Norse hearts fiercely burn
He sought the English crown to claim, a final Viking quest
They marched on York with Tostig's aid, and put the land to test
But a rapid King, named Godwinson, heard the news and swiftly turned
His southern army marched like fire, a lesson to be learned
They surprised the Norsemen at the stream, where the River Derwent flows
And found them standing at the bridge, caught unawares by their foes
Oh, Stamford Bridge, the turning tide, the last stand of the North
Where one lone Viking took his place, to prove a hero's worth
With mighty axe, and iron will, he held the narrow span
The one man wall, against the storm, a legend in the land!
The English line pressed forward hard, ten thousand rushing feet
But on that wooden narrow way, they knew a bitter defeat
For clad in mail, a giant stood, with battle-axe held high
The furious strokes rang on the wood, as Saxon soldiers die
He cut down dozens, one by one, a whirlwind of the Norse
The English King could only watch, and halt his mighty force
They cried for him to yield his ground, and join the winning side
But with a roar, the warrior swore, his spirit would abide
Oh, Stamford Bridge, the turning tide, the last stand of the North
Where one lone Viking took his place, to prove a hero's worth
With mighty axe, and iron will, he held the narrow span
The one man wall, against the storm, a legend in the land!
The clock ticked slow for Hardrada's host, who watched from distant shore
Each falling Saxon bought the time, their leader fought for more
But cunning found a cruel new way, where honor could not stand
A soldier floated in a tub, a spear held in his hand
He struck him from the gap below, where planks were loosely laid
And through the wood, the hero fell, the final price was paid
Oh, Stamford Bridge, the turning tide, the last stand of the North
Where one lone Viking took his place, to prove a hero's worth
With mighty axe, and iron will, he held the narrow span
The one man wall, against the storm, a legend in the land!
The English crossed, the Vikings fought, and Harald Hardrada fell
The age of ravens and of longships, vanished with a mournful knell
Though history forgets his name, and time obscures the sight
That single Viking on the bridge, remains the last Norse light!