TOWTON 1461

TOWTON 1461

I look across the muddy fields of the debt
Of gratitude, I still owe them on this day
And knowing full well I am not there yet
But I’m still honour-bound, and will repay
With Yorkshire’s red rose, I proudly stand
So many thousands no longer alive to see
As a victor, but exhausted, sword in hand
We salute King Edward as he now can be
All our archers’ arrows made the sky dark
It will ever haunt me as it comes to mind
Still hearing the sound as they hit their mark
But a snowstorm in March was never kind
Standard raised, mud spattered, but Royal
The bloodiest battle fought on English soil