English poem
Stanza 177
It were no glory for vs to subdue Them, then our number, were the French no more; When in one Battaile twice our Fathers slue, Three times so many as themselues before, But to doe something that were strange and new: Wherefore (I aske you) Came we to this shore; Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowne, And with their swords we'll hewe yan Forrest downe.