INCE there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. Be it not seen, in either of our brows, Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, The Battle of Agincourt. AIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, But putting to the main At Kause the mouth of Seine, And taking many a fort, With those that stopped his way, Which in his height of pride, King Henry to deride, His ransom to provide, To the king sending; Which he neglects the while, THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT. And, turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, "Though they to one be ten, Be not amazèd: Yet have we well begun; By fame been raised. "And for myself," quoth he, Or on this earth lie slain; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me. "Poitiers and Cressy tell When most their pride did swell, No less our skill is Than when our grandsire great, Claiming the regal seat, By many a warlike feat Lopped the French lilies." The Duke of York so dread Amongst his henchmen; A braver man not there: O LORD! how hot they were They now to fight are gone; Armour on armour shone; Drum now to drum did groan,— THE BATTLE OF agincourt. That with the cries they make Well it thine age became, When, from a meadow by, The English archery Struck the French horses. With Spanish yew so strong, None from his fellow starts, (And like true English hearts) When down their bows they threw, And forth their Bilboas drew, And on the French they flew, Arms were from shoulders sent, This while our noble king, Down the French host did ding, As to o'erwhelm it; And many a deep wound rent, And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet. |