The Fields of Agincourt

When darkness comes And shawdows fill the night We steand at arms And ready for the fight Brave men will fall Upon St Crispin's day On fields of Agincourt hearts will stay Raise up your voice And let the fall man hear Our duty calls Of them we have no fear See flags that fly So proudly in the wind On fields of Agincourt for them we sing Now comes the hour So head the trumpet call We will advance with long bow and the sword Lift up your hearts for England and the King On fields of Agincourt this day we will win Hail to the King His kingdom will not fall Praise to the King Who leads us from the XXXX Long live the King on fields of Agincourt They will speak of them this day And ever more On fields of Agincourt They will speak of us this day And ever more Ever more