Tenpole Tudor: “Swords of a Thousand Men” (1981)
“Messy and infectious” is how Allmusic describes the drunken singalong clatter of British punk band Tenpole Tudor, the less angry and much more fun contemporaries of the Sex Pistols.
Maybe they couldn’t sing. They certainly couldn’t fight with swords.
But they did create a raucous good time. Hoorah, hoorah, hooray yeah!
Deep in the castle and back from the wars
Back with my baby and the fire burned tall
“Hoorah”, went the men down below
All outside was the rain and snow
Hear their shouts, hear their roar
They’ve probably all had a barrel or much, much more
Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah, yeah
Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
We had to meet the enemy a mile away
Thunder in the air and the skies turned gray
Assemblin’ the knights and their swords were sharp
There was hope in our English hearts
Hear our roar, hear our sound
We’re gonna fight until we have won this town
Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah, yeah
Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
The knights come along at the end of the day
Some were half-alive and some had run away
Hear our triumph, in our roar
We’re gonna drink a barrel or much, much more
Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah, yeah
Over the hill with the swords of a thousand men
Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah, yeah
Hoorah, hoorah, hoorah, yeah, yeah…
Every Moment Has A Song 