Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In the fields of France, ’neath a sky of gray,
English knights gathered on a fateful day.
Agincourt awaited, a battlefield so wide,
Where honor and valor would soon collide.
(Pre-Chorus)
From English shores they sailed, their destiny unfurled,
Marching into history, with banners proudly whirled.
(Chorus)
Oh, the March of Agincourt, where the brave did stand,
Facing France’s might, with sword and with hand.
Through mud and blood, they fought with all their might,
For England’s glory, in the midst of the fight.
(Verse 2)
Henry led his men, with a steadfast gaze,
Through the French ranks, they carved their ways.
Arrows filled the sky, like a deadly rain,
Yet the English pushed on, through the cries of pain.
(Pre-Chorus)
From English shores they sailed, their destiny unfurled,
Marching into history, with banners proudly whirled.
(Chorus)
Oh, the March of Agincourt, where the brave did stand,
Facing France’s might, with sword and with hand.
Through mud and blood, they fought with all their might,
For England’s glory, in the midst of the fight
(Bridge)
Underneath the St. Crispin’s Day sun,
Their courage blazed, their victory won.
Though outnumbered they stood, their hearts aflame,
In the annals of valor, they carved their name.
(Verse 3)
As the battle raged on, ‘til the setting sun,
France’s noble sons, their defiance done.
Agincourt’s triumph, a tale to be told,
Of the few against many, brave and bold.
(Pre-Chorus)
From English shores they sailed, their destiny unfurled,
Marching into history, with banners proudly whirled.
(Chorus)
Oh, the March of Agincourt, where the brave did stand,
Facing France’s might, with sword and with hand.
Through mud and blood, they fought with all their might,
For England’s glory, in the midst of the fight.
(Outro)
In the fields of France, where the poppies grow,
The echoes of Agincourt, forever flow.
A song of courage, through the ages ring,
In the hearts of England, eternal they’ll sing.
