If I could see medieval England
Visiting each day before
The battle-wary started marching
I would, all the Kings, Implore
Save your soldiers, put them busy
Sowing fields to trade for more
Fight to save your life and freedom
Not for gold or settled score
Still, one hundred thousand coins
Lying on the castle floor
Can’t return a single archer
Lost to England in a war
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