Archers; take your stance!
Swordsmen; take up arms!
If we refuse this fighting chance,
They'll march upon our farms!
They'll take our knightly pride!
They'll take our virgin brides!
The price we'll pay, when lead astray,
Will be our genocide!
So horsemen; to the flanks!
You pikemen; guard that door!
All low-born men fill in the ranks,
For England goes to war!