Starshine Singers - The Big Match Lyrics

William! William! William! William!
We are the Norman soldier boys,
Big boys, tough boys, big tough boys!
We are the Norman soldier boys,
And we're in his gang.
Bill's gang! Bill's gang!

Harold! Harold! Harold! Harold!
We fight for England, come on Eng-er-land!
Harold's heroes rule!
We fight for England, come on Eng-er-land!
William is a fool!

Norman savages! Savages!
Saxon cabbages! Cabbages!
Savages! Cabbages!
Savages! Cabbages!
Bring the battle on!
Bring the battle on!
Bring it on!

England held the high ground,
Normans down below.
Took up their positions,
Ready, set, go.
William and his bullies
Struggled up the pitch.
Harry's team sent them back
Down the muddy ditch.

Normans were determined,
Charged at them again.
Through the England midfield
Played a passing game.
William blew the whistle,
Sounded the retreat.
Turned and ran - cunning plan -
Faking his defeat.

Harold! Harold!
Harold's barmy army
Fought with English pride.
Chased the Norman nasties,
Took them for a ride.
Tactically outwitted into the offside trap!
Big mistake! No escape!
There's no turning back! YES!

Normans turned the tables,
Back to thrust and cut.
Chopped and hacked and butchered;
England lost their guts.
When the Norman arrows
Rained down from the sky,
Harold fell - mighty yell:
There's something in my eye!
They think it's all over...
It is now!

Now the game is over,
Home team's dead and beat.
Lost their king and country,
Shattering defeat.
This important chapter
In English history
It's one part - one small part -
Of life's rich tapestry.

We are the Norman conquerors,
Conquerors, conquerors, conquerors!
They are the Norman conquerors,
William and his,
Big Bill and his,
William and his gang.