I left my home to take the coin King Henry's army for to join
A knightly fee I seek to hold A belt to wear, and spurs of gold

Two accolades had King Henry. Just one would be enough for me
So off we march from keep and town To win my King a second crown

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For God, Saint George, and King Henry
I've brought my men across the sea
Honor and right we're fighting for
I'll win my spurs at Agincourt

brought in train nine armored men and bowmen steady, ten by ten
We've taken ship and come to land; on Normandy's green earth we stand

A hundred years of war we've known, our King denied his second throne
We'll beard the lion in his den and show the worth of English men!

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To Harfleur Town we laid the siege and little could I serve my liege
My men are sick, the rivers swell; how long must we bide here in Hell?

Then Holland's men essay the gate, defended bravely, but too late
Our guns are brought to breach the walls and by surrender Harfleur falls

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King Henry stands in armor clad and though we fear, our hearts are glad
He calls us brothers, happy few, I may die my liege, but I'll not shame you!

At last the French are camped in sight with battle planned for morning's light
The minstrels sing with all their breath; the priests prepare our souls for death

But defeat I cannot reckon by, a prisoner I, my men to die?
I've asked forgiveness from the Lord, so take my soul and bring my sword!

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The Duke of York my men will guard, my bowmen in the archers' yard
No man may make it back alive-- for each we have, the French have five

The battle's joined, the arrows fly, the French on horse attack hard by
A mighty press, the Duke is down, what price to pay for Henry's crown?

What miracle my eyes have spied! Our valiant archers turn the tide
Before them each a sharpened stave from charging horse their life to save

The charge falls back on their own ranks with arrows in their horses' flanks
The wounded mounts run mad with pain, the French line breaks, their plans in vain

By English might the French are pressed, King Henry fights like one possessed
The Duke will never rise again; it falls to me to lead our men

Will rallied cry our van attacks, the archers join with sword and axe
With banners high we meet the fray; against all odds we win the day!

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To London Town and songs of praise, in victory we proudly raise
The banner of Saint George's cross to cries of, "Deo Gratias"

But now I ride for my own lands to serve the King as he commands
To keep the faith he placed in me with grace and might of chivalry

For God, Saint George, and King Henry we gained a mighty victory
And I return, a squire no more-- I won my spurs at Agincourt!