King Henry V. his Conquest of France,
In Revenge for the Affront offered by the French King;
In sending Him (instead of the Tribute) a Ton
of TENNIS-BALLS.
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AS our King lay musing on his bed,
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He bethought himself upon a time,
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Of a tribute that was due from France,
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Had not been paid for so long a time.
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Fal, lal, etc.
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He called for his lovely page,
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His lovely page then called he;
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Saying, You must go to the King of France,
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To the King of France, sir, ride speedily.
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O then went away this lovely page,
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This lovely page then away went he;
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Low he came to the King of France,
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And when fell down on his bended knee.
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My master greets you, worthy sir,
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Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
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That you will send him his tribute home,
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Or in French land you soon will him see.
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Fal, lal, etc.
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Your masters young and of tender years,
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Not fit to come into my degree:
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And I will send him three Tennis-Balls,
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That with them he may learn to play.
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O then returned this lovely page,
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This lovely page then returned he,
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And when he came to our gracious King,
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Low he fell down on his bended knee.
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What is the news you have brought to me
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I have brought such news from the King of France,
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That he and you will neer agree.
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He says, Youre young and of tender years,
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Not fit to come into his degree;
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And he will send you three Tennis-Balls,
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That with them you may learn to play.
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Recruit me Cheshire and Lancashire,
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And Derby Hills that are so free:
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No marryd man or widows son,
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For no widows curse shall go with me.
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They recruited Cheshire and Lancashire,
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And Derby Hills that are so free:
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No marryd man, not no widows son,
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Yet there was a jovial bold company.
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O then we marchd into the French land,
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With drums and trumpets so merrily;
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And then bespoke the King of France.
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Lo yonder comes proud King Henry.
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The first shot that the Frenchmen gave,
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They killd our Englishmen so free.
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We killd ten thousand of the French,
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And the rest of them they run away.
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And then we marched to Paris gates,
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With drums and trumpets so merrily,
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O then bespoke the King of France,
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The Lord have mercy on my men and me
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O I will send him his tribute home,
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Ten ton of Gold that is due to he,
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And the finest flower that is in all France,
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To the Rose of England I will give free.
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