A Horn with sword is in accord, the clash of steel a welcome chord, against the French, no hard fight here, to stay and fight did cost them dear. On Scotland's bills and rugged moors, Horns fought hard, their swords ensure, to hold the Scot, and halt their charge, and they won the most, by and large. In Wales a happy hunting ground, always Horns there to find, to face Llywelyn ap Gruffydd. was cause indeed to stir the blood. John Horne the Knight did fall in Wales, it was nine years or more before he fails, his widow Agnes from the king received, some twenty pounds or more, it is believed. As Barons of the Cinque Ports, they watched the coast and made reports, taxing ships that called to trade, The King's exchequer to be paid. The Horns of Kent made their name, at Horne's Place, a Chapel of fame, Wat Tyler rebel, breaked the stone, and in London died, by the Mayor alone. Jack Cade in Appledore did also fail. killed James Fiennes 1st Lord of Sale, and captured Horne, who a fine had paid, but then Horne as Sheriff hunted Cade. In the City the Hornes were well placed, Aldermen, Sheriffs and Lord Mayor graced, first as fishmongers, then merchant woolmen, and serving the King, when called once again.	His name is Horne, its truth he was born. he fought for his king, his country his pride, his thing. Honours, for never having to yield, earned hard himself on the field, with sword or axe and shield, the manors and land in Kents weald. Who heard the cry for St Catherine or St George, for Horn in passion, the trumpet sounds for all to hear, but for the foe, its nought but fear. Happy warriors Horne and sons, across the channel the enemy runs, no fort is safe no walls too stout, their fate is sealed by Horn without. As aid to Pedro the Spaniard King, Black Prince and Horn did bring, an army well enough to beat, the tyrant's brother into retreat. No promised gold was ever paid, but a bag of jewels to Edward made his daughters, for Horn and John royal brides in marriage follow on. Esquires, Knights and Barons too, for many Horns, not just the few their coats of arms, proudly shown, proud banners by breeze are blown What makes a Horn you may ask? well that's not easy a difficult task, Its like you, or rather just like me, born of Horn from Horn you see!.