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 DRAYTON

The Duke of York so dread The eager vaward led; With the main Henry sped,

Amongst his henchmen; Excesterhad the rear, A braver man not there : O Lord, how hot they were

On the false Frenchmen !

They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan,

To hear was wonder; That with the cries they make The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake,

Thunder to thunder.

Well it thine age became, O noble Erpingham, Which did the signal aim

To our hid forces ! When from the meadow by, Like a storm suddenly, The English archery

Struck the French horses.

With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather;

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