Their ancient names forgotten

The first tribe made tools of stone

They erected standing rocks

Memories in rock alone

With chariot, sword and spear

The second tribe came to land

The Celts gave Britain her name

Woad, bleached hair, warrior band

From their far off capital

The third tribe conquered it all

The whole wide world at their feet

Until their Empire's fall

From accross the Irish sea

The fourth tribe conducted raids

And then colonized the north

Ancestors of Scotland's greats

Saex and battle-axe in hand

The fifth tribe, Germany's sons

Mercenaries turned kings

The Angles, Jutes and Saxons

Great longships crossed the grey waves

The sixth tribe are the Vikings

Danes and Norwegians alike

Of whom the Nordic skald sings

From the shores of northern France

The seventh tribe claimed England

And at Hastings they triumphed

England's rule in Norman hand

Britannia conquered all

The eighth tribe from everywhere

Legacy of empire

They all chose to live over there