A century’s struggle. For our pains
Only Calais town remains.
French Wars
A century after this ’twas lost,
In Mary’s reign. Oh! what a frost.
Weaving 1331
In thirteen-three-one England’s taught
Weaving by men from Flanders brought.
Ryghte goode cloth with lots of ‘body’
The world was then not up to ‘shoddy.’
Blanket of Bristol in this year
Invented blankets for our cheer;
And since that time its been our boast
Our beds have been as warm as toast.
Edward ‘Black Prince’ One-three-four-six,
A brave and noble warrior, ‘licks’
Crecy 1346
The valiant French in Crecy’s fray;
Cannon first used upon this day,
Causing panic with their rattle;
But the Yeomen win the battle,
For, flicking arrows from their bows
They ‘filled the air as when it snows.’