http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXf3QttUPlI

I rode through the fields leading down to the battle
My spears glistened gold in the hot morning sun
They took all the loot and said I did but little
They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun

I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun

Everybody knows the reason for their plight
When Visigoths appeared those Huns needed all my might
The Goth horsemen charged me; my elephants, they got their hide
To aid the struggling Huns I stepped up to their side

I cut through the foe, tore Visigoths asunder
My spears glistened red - Gothic blood in the sun
The Huns took the loot and said I get no plunder
They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun

I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun

Come take a glass of wine - I'll tell you what I know
We'll talk about the battle and the allies we don't owe
I'll illustrate, a nomad that I can't trust no more
The game is nearly up, the Hun is at the door

I rode through the fields, carved Visigoths asunder
My spears gleamed like fire in the hot morning sun
They took all the loot and said I get no plunder
They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun

You know I rode through the fields, Armoricans defied me
My spears were pressed hard but we caused them to run
The Huns claimed the win and said I get no glory
They left me with naught, I say pox on the Hun

I say pox (I say pox, I say pox) on the Hun

Copyright Manfred Mann and Some unknown Persian geezer in the court of King
Shapur.
Cheers,
John