A hundred years the French they fought,
English and Welshman side by side
Yew and Willow Bowstring's taut
For Henry Five they lived and died.
A sea of mud the battlefield
Galloped forth the French knighthood
Sun glittering on sword and shield.
Against the wave the Welshmen stood
The sky turned black Their arrows sang
The horses floundered, with terrified howl
Unhorsed the frenchie's amour rang
as perished their leaders in the slough.
So sing now praises to the Welshman
Lived and fought in days of yore
Proud be of the ancestors of our land
Who destroyed the Lillied Flower at Agincourt