Anyway…
When I was a young man I served my Lord Talbot
With bow, sword and buckler I full earned my pay
Till we came ‘gainst the French on the field of Castillon
And all we had won it was lost on that day
With the strength of our arms and the good grey goose feather
We’d harried the French for fivescore years and more
Till a young witch in armour brought strength to their armies
And we found ourselves fighting a long losing war
So Talbot he took us upon a chevauchee
We marched from Bordeaux in the dead of the night
Took the French by surprise for they did not expect us
And caught their advance guard and put it to flight
Though six times our number we advanced on their earthworks
Though three hundred cannon poured shot through our ranks
No word for retreat came from my brave Lord Talbot
And we died where we stood on their ditches and banks
With bow and with bill we fought long and fought bloody
We died where we stood would not give back a pace
T’was the cannon destroyed my Lord’s chance of a victory
Then a French man at arms smashed an axe in his face
With the death of Lord Talbot our spirit was broken
The battle was over our army no more
We fled through the fields and the woods and the valleys
This shattering defeat it had ended our war
So let tambour beat slowly and banner hang lowly
We are now so weak where we once were so strong
And those who are left must return now to England
Leaving comrades to lie in French fields all too long
But forget not Lord Talbot and long live his memory
Remember his courage take heed from his fame
Then gather your companies and follow your captains
And the cross of Saint George shall rule France once again…
For God, Henry and England!!! 😛
