1415 - Henry V at Agincourt

You’ll win, you English rabble, or you’ll die
In this muddy October field of France
Our nobles will be spared and ransomed; I
Cannot pledge your safety, so make no plans
Therefore to be prisoners, but now advance
Move your stakes nearer to the enemy
That hesitates, but be quick, for their ranks
May fall on you, their crossbows raining free
On your unarmoured flesh, brave peasantry
Look, see, they stand and wait; their chance goes by
Men-at-arms in the centre. Take your stance
On either side, good longbowmen; fill the
Narrow strip between these two woods. Let fly
Your stinging bows with weathered singing hands