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In the early dawn the Bishop's men
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Shivered in the damp
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But the shiver came not from the cold
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And spread throughout the camp
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The trembling horses sensed the fear
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Of silent thoughtful men
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Who prayed that wives and families
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Might see them once again
 
 
                                Em
The Bishop sent a dawn patrol
   D                      Em
To investigate the weight
                        D 
Of forces at the King's command
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Ensconced behind the gate
    A                   Em 
The ground mist hid the patrol's approach
        A                    Em
As they drew close enough to show
    Am              Em 
The sentries on the battlements
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And an archer drew his bow
 
 
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From the topmost tower a sentry fell
      D                 Em
As an arrow pierced his skull
                          D 
And his headlong flight into the moat
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Seemed that of a gull
    A               Em 
The patrol reported little
          A               Em
There was nothing much to see
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But the strong and silent castle
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A symbol of the free
 
 
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The King's men took communion
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As the first rays of the sun
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Lit up the chapel's gloomy walls
    C           D
The fatal day begun
         A                Em 
From the castle green the rooks took flight
       A                 Em
To the high trees in the east
         Am                Em 
To their carrion minds the battlefield
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Set a table for a feast
 
 
                                    Em
A tide of black, the Bishop's men
D              Em
Equality their right
                   D 
Swarmed like ants across the hill
      C              D
Their aim at last in sight
    A                     Em 
The King's men dressed in purest white
     A              Em
Were driven back by force
        Am                 Em 
And the fighting grew more violent
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As the battle took its course
 
 
                             Em
The Bishops gave the order
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"No mercy to be shown.
                   D 
The sacrifice will reap rewards 
         C           D
When the King is overthrown"
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The sight of children lying dead 
     A                 Em
Made hardened soldiers weep
    Am            Em 
The outer walls began to fall
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They moved towards the keep
 
 
                                    Em
The rooks surveyed the battlefield
      D            Em
Their hungry beady eyes
                         D 
Revelled in the sight of death
C             D
Showing no surprise
    A                Em 
The pressure mounted steadily 
       A                  Em
As the Bishops neared the gate
        Am                    Em 
And the desperate King called to his knights
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"It's your lives or the state"
 
 
                                     Em
When the anxious King began to fail
   D               Em
As many thought he might
                        D 
The Queen ran screaming round the walls
    C                D
And urged the men to fight
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The Bishops' men were tiring
       A              Em
As the afternoon grew late
        Am                     Em 
And the King's men lowered the drawbridge
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And poured out through the gate
 
 
                                        Em
They fought their way across the bridge
    D                Em
The men like falling leaves
                     D 
Or ears of corn that fall in swathes
    C              D
The vicious sickle cleaves
    A            Em 
The tide receded up the hill
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The waste of reclaimed land
Am            Em 
Once decaying swamp became
  D                   Em   C  Em  C
A shore of pure white sand
 
 
                                    Em
A blinded priest was seen to bless
     D             Em
Both dying and the dead
                          D 
As he stumbled around the battlefield
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His cassock running red
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If uniform were black or white
    A                Em
His eyes could never see
    Am               Em 
And death made no distinction
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Whatever man he be
 
 
                                     Em 
As darkness fell both camps withdrew
      D                   Em
Their soldiers slain like cattle
                     D 
Leaving the rooks to feast alone
    C              D
The victors of the battle
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At evensong the camps reviewed
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Their sad depleted ranks
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As survivors of the battle
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Gave god their grateful thanks