| King Henry lay upon his bed
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| bemusing on a tribute due
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| a tribute due from the king of France
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| it hadn’t been payed for so long a day
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Oh the king he called for his lovely page
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| his lovely page then he called he
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| saying you must go to the king of France
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| to the king of France ride speedely
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| And then away went this lovely page
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| this lovely page then away went he
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| and when he came to the king of France
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| Lord! |
| he fell down and with bending knee
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Oh my master greets you worthy sir
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| Ten tonnes of gold that’s his due to he
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| T’is due to send him this tribute home
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| Or in french land he soon will see
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Oh your master is young and unturned of years
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| not fit to comment on my degree
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| And I will send him three tennis balls
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| that with them he might learn to play
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Oh the page he returned to the english court
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| what news what news cried king Henry
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| such news I am afraid to speak
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| for with this news you will never agree
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| He says you are young and unturned of years
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| not fit to comment on his degree
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| and he will send you three tennis balls
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| that with them you might learn to play
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Then Henry writes to the king of France
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| his pen never flew so speedily
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| Said I will toss you some London balls
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| that will shake your court so grievously
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| And then we marched into french land
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| with drums and trumps so merrily
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| and then bespeaks the king of France
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| he under comes proud king Henry
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Oh the first shot that the french men gave
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| they killed our english men so free
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| we killed ten thousand of the french
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| the rest of them they all ran away
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| Falalala lalala falade
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| Falalala lalala falade |