My men I think you can hear
That the battle of Barnet is near
Though late for the fight we might be
Let's rest for a while by this tree
The three sons of York are our Lords
For them we do raise our swords
To the battle of Barnet we ride
The white rose of York is our pride
The noise of the battle is great
For shame we've arrived far too late
I'm thirsty so let's have some wine
For a quick drink I'm sure we've got time
The three sons of York are our Lords
For them we do raise our swords
To the battle of Barnet we ride
The white rose of York is our pride
A drink of ale would be good
Then no more am I understood
Alright one more drink I agree
Then the battle we will surely see
The three sons of York are our Lords
For them we do raise our swords
To the battle of Barnet we ride
The white rose of York is our pride
But my courage it has surely gone
And the wine it was rather strong
The ale has gone to my head
We don't fight we sleep instead
The three sons of York are our Lords
For them we do raise our swords
To the battle of Barnet we ride
The white rose of York is our pride
I think we drank far too much ale
In valour we did rather fail
Like a mist the battle has gone
But my hangover does linger on
Lyrics Submitted by Ian Churchward