Hengist and horse warriros led
One brother lived and one brother dead
Cregganford, a key to the land
For the saxon warrior band
Like a sea they came, like a tide they went
Forwards and onwards, they did not relent
At Cregganford
At Cregganford
At Cregganford
Old Albion stood, Old Albion bled
The heroes were gone and the leaders were dead
By valour, by deed at a terrible cost
The blood soaked the ground and the Britons had lost
A battle was fought, a battle was won
A people were settled, a nation begun
Stepped in blood where the warriros lay
The first Kingdoom of the English was made that day