There came a king from old Denmark
Across the cold North Sea
With knights and men to England's shore
A conqueror to be
  The English coast soon gain-ed was
  By sail and oar and skilful helm
  Then marched toward Long Compton's town
  The centre of the realm.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

If I can gain Long Compton's hall
Then king of all I'll be
The English kings, their thrones will fall
Their tribute pay to me.
  Through Oxfordshire he marched his men
  Through Oxford and through Woodstock's street
  Through Norton's fields until he came
  Warwick's shire to meet.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

Long Compton's thatch they once had glimpsed
Now hid behind a hill
His soldiers in a circle stood
Waiting their master's will
  His knights moved off to watch and pray
  And seek some sign from heaven sent
  Then at his side a figure stood
  A woman old and bent.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

Seven long strides shalt thou take
If thou Long Compton see
When thou dost lift thy gaze afar
King of England thou shalt be
  But if the town thou canst not see
  Thy hearts desire will vanish thee
  Unless thou see it from that place
  King thou shalt never be.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

Away, away, thou wicked witch
Don't taunt me with thy spell
How cam'st thou here unseen, unheard
My guard must answer well
  I'd slay thee, but to show my men
  How little all thy words I fear
  Seven strides I'll take into the field
  And see Long Compton there.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

Such strides no king had ever made
Right into Warwickshire
The distance from his men so great
They raised a joyful cheer
  The king then opened wide his eyes
  And gazed where land did meet the sky
  The hill itself it seemed had moved
  Long Compton's view to deny.

	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

A cry he gave that sounded long
And drowned their joyful cheers
His rage against the woman's words
Resounded in their ears.
  Her words repeated without fear
  As Long Compton thou canst not see
  For all thy might and power and rage
  King of England thou shalt not be.
	Stick, stock, stone; stick, stock, stone;
	As King of England I shall be known.

	Rise up stick and stand still stone
	For King of England thou shalt be none.

	Thou and thy men hoar stones shall be
	And I myself an elden tree.

	Rollright stones and elden tree
	Are there this day for all to see.