Fair stood the wind for France,
When we our sails advance;
Nor now to prove our chance
Longer will tarry;
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England never mourn for me, Nor ever esteem me, Great poem coming from a great soul of a true soldier.
Carry! ! Longer will tarry! Such as King Harry. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up.// good writing on the great soul of patriotic