Ye madcaps of England who merry would make, and for your brave valour would pains undertake. Come over to Flanders and there you shall see, how merry we'll make it, how frolic we'll be. As soon as you've come to your enemy's land, Where fat goose and capon you have at command, Sing take them, or eat them, or let them alone, Sing go out and fetch them or else you'll get none. Your serjeants and officers are very kind, If that you can flatter, and speak to their mind. They'll free you from duty and all of the trouble, Your money being gone, your duty comes double. At last when you've come to your enemy's walls, Where many a brave gallant and gentlemen falls, and when you have done the best that you can, your captain rewards you; "There dies a brave man!"
