Mud splattered, blood spattered
The men at Agincourt,
And yet, still, they'd fought.
They fought for King and Country
For a cause they thought was just.
But God was on their side of course,
And, of course, His needs must.
They fought and bravely so,
I'd say, and howled and screamed and killed.
They did the duty of Henry, King,
Who thought God's needs fulfilled.
So ended the day of slaughter,
And each Frenchman turned his face
Away from the field of Agincourt,
Far away from the killing place.
No chivalry, just blood and shit
But victory was no mean feat
On Crispin's Day, 1415,
At a field, ploughed for winter wheat.