25/10/15

music and lyrics copyright (C)  1985 by Ernest Clark

Am                            C            Em
Drive the stakes in firmly, a warm, loving welcome
   Am                          C         Em
To make for our hosts mounting up in the haze,
Am                          C                Em
Draw your longbows fully, a sweet, whistling welcome
   Am                          F          Em  Am
To call to our hosts once they pound down the field!

Poor was our campaign, no shelter we've taken,
So back to Calais as the winter draws nigh,
Well have the Frenchmen pursued our withdrawal,
And blocked our retreat--we must fight now or die!

See how their numbers have darkened the meadows,
Even at this distance, their horns clamor loud,
But what matters fourfold, or tenfold, or morefold,
Of Frenchmen who dare fight an Englishman proud!

May God grant us vict'ry, as sun climbs to heaven,
May honor and glory be ours now, we pray,
That gentlemen in England, asleep in their safety
Shall think themselves accursed, they were not here today!

Now hear the thunder of madly charging chivalry,
Now hear our shafts as they scream through the sky!
God grants his favor to us here at Agincourt,
Grants us a vict'ry whose name shall never die!