Castle

Strongly and defiantly standing on the hill

Men at arms know their drill

To defend the honour of the city

Enemies, show them no pity

For here will be legends made

Told by the slayed

In numbers lying on the ground

Making that ferocious sound

Of fighting this glorious battle

The swords do rattle

Upon armour of glistening steel

Defending their honour so real

To the victors the spoils of glory

The vanquished are merely part of the story

So what the fates have to decide

Is who today has lived or died

Banners held high for generations to come

Hallowed ground claimed for the king's son

History is there to judge

Which side did not budge

And the stonework will still proudly stand

In Englands green and pleasant land.