Hark! Hear the drums of war!

As blue banners wave from afar,

See the Englishmen, up ahead,

alongside their flag of yellow and red.

As Frenchmen stood eager for their chance,

to prove themselves as they advance.

To fight for glory and for France,

Fearing neither bow nor lance.

Skirmishing and dressed in warlike sort,

as the French march off to Agincourt.

And will the English run and tarry?

or fight alongside their King Henry?

Frenchmen mounted on war horses,

as they face the English forces,

Archers nock arrows to their bows,

as the French march down below.

Unknown to the French, they lay.

Waiting, Aiming , hands at bay.

And when the time has come, let fly!

as arrows fill the azure sky.

Down they came, and they struck,

The French , surprised , as the arrows plucked,

deep into their chain mailed vests,

plunging deep into their chests.

Still the French cried out for more

determined to settle the final score,

as they fight on this hundred years war,

amidst the carnage, blood and gore.

Twas described as nothing more,

but a massacre never seen before,

for as the sun set and dimmed its light,

corpses filled the field left and right.

And when the day was finally done,

Tis battle written, England won,

And shall England rise or soon fall short,

after the Battle at Agincourt.