Shan’t us go visit the Island?”
Hop, skip, and jump, there he was plump,
And he kick’d up a dust in the Island.
But party deceit help’d the Normans to beat;
Of traitors they managed to buy land;
By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, Britons ne’er had been lick’d,
Had they stuck to the King of their Island.
Poor Harold, the king of our Island!
He lost both his life and his Island.
That’s all very true: what more could he do?