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When the British broke on Burgundian shores
The armies of York and Lancaster
On the banks of the ice cold Yonne, made war
To conquer France's master.
English armies desired a crown to win
To purchase a kingdom with wages of sin
And the blood of a Scottish corps,
And the blood of a Scottish corps.

Ch: To seize it, to tame it, to rule it, to claim it
The vanguard cried 'advance'
To own it, capture it, win it, master it
When England sundered France.

It's a soldier's place to fight and to die
When his commander gives the word
He cannot foretell where his body will lie
But his heart is his own to award
The English charge led by bold Montacute
Their path darkly shaded by sharp English yew
And death rained from the sky,
And death rained from the sky.

Ch: To seize it, to tame it, to rule it, to claim it
The vanguard cried 'advance'
To own it, capture it, win it, master it
When England sundered France.

Her letters were tucked beneath his fine coat
With a drawing of her sweet face
He'd sent her a locket to wear at her throat
And prayed God lend her grace.
But he died in the cold by the shores of the Yonne
Three thousand fallen, the Frenchmen withdrawn
Divided, defeated, ruineux,
Divided, defeated, ruineux.

Ch: To seize it, to tame it, to rule it, to claim it
The vanguard cried 'advance'
To own it, capture it, win it, master it
When England sundered France.

It's a soldier's place to fight and die
When the battle-lines are grim
But he never truly leaves the side
Of the one who most loves him.
On the bloodied Cravant battlefield
He lies beneath his broken shield,
And leaves her wond'ring why, oh why,
And leaves her wond'ring why.

Chorus x2 et finis.