Spring Crown Poem, 2014

And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall call themselves accurs’d they were not here
Upon Saint Crispin’s Day.

The sun arises, the pennons wave
Let all our hearts be proud, and brave
On this day we gather, we happy few
Upon St. Crispin’s Day.

Our swords are sharp, our axes keen
Let all who attend describe the scene
We few, we happy few who come
Upon St. Crispin’s Day.

We gather here, a Prince to choose
There can be only one, the rest shall lose
But strive they all, these honored few
Upon St. Crispin’s Day.

A Prince we choose, but so has he
A Princess chosen, and so must we
Acknowledge them both our rulers to be
Upon St. Crispin’s Day.

And in the end a Prince shall rise
To guide us all, both strong and wise
His Princess standing by his side
Upon St. Crispin’s Day.