Ghosts Of Edgehill by Wolf Hall

things fell apart
and then the words got violent;
we declared war on ourselves,
raised forces and ordinance

most of my arguments were
old decaying servicemen;
not persons of quality,
relying on their shock and weight

so we circled and opened fire
while the ghosts of Edgehill sang
in a choir invisible
and the funeral bell rang

yeah we circled and opened fire
while the ghosts of Edgehill sang
in a choir invisible
and the funeral bell rang

my brigades returned their fire
and the royal standard fell
and closed its doors on us,
stood standing in the car park chill

I sang a drunken plea
but my terms were turned away;
no one claiming victory,
as in the cold our wounds congealed

so we left and held our fire
and the ghosts of Edgehill laughed,
their choir invisible
gathered for the final charge

and we lived to fight again
and the ghosts of Edgehill blanched
and faded into the grass;
into the Warwickshire soil