Part IV of the material I presented at Champions.
Competition Entry #2: The March of Agincourt
Knights may charge, rain may fall
We’ve got longbows; kill ‘em all!
Horses charge o’er muddy field
Stand by me, I’ll never yield!
Clothyard shaft, bow of yew
Aim your longbows high and true
Nock a shaft and call the cry
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE LET FLY!
Hold the line with sword and axe
Make them pay a bloody tax
They’ll cut your fingers off your hand
So string your bow and take a stand
I’ll not be ransomed if we loose
And those at home won’t like the news
So draw your bow and call the cry
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE LET FLY!
Guard your king and country well
Send these Froggies back to hell!
Win the war, I’ll win the bride
All English chests will swell with pride
Clothyard shaft, bow of yew
Aim your longbows high and true
Pile their bodies to the sky!
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE LET FLY!
God give us your blessing now
To your glory we all bow
Do not avenge my father’s crime
Upon my country, not this time!
Although we’ll die if that’s our due
Let us live to honor you!
We’ll sing your praises to the sky
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE LET FLY!
Knights may charge, rain may fall
We’ve got longbows; kill ‘em all!
Horses charge o’er muddy field
Stand by me, I’ll never yield!
Clothyard shaft, bow of yew
Aim your longbows high and true
Nock a shaft and call the cry
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE LET FLY!
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2 comments:
Holy sh*t! An archer's song to a tune people already know! Did you write this up? Can I have permission to spread it around here?
Yup, it is a product of my twisted mind. :-)
Sure, spread it around; please credit "Roger Gridley" (SCA name) in any written versions or if asked.
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