OUR King went forth to Normandy, With grace and might of chivalry: There God for him wrought marvellously: Wherefore England may call and cry: @3Deo gratias.@1 He set a siegè the sooth for to say, To Harfleur town with royal array: That town he won, and made a fray That France shall rue till Doomesday: @3Deo gratias.@1 Then went our king with all his host Through France for all the Frenchè boast: He spared no dread of least nor most, Till he come to Agincourt coast. @3Deo gratias.@1 Then, for a sooth, that knight comely, In Agincourt field he fought manly: Through grace of God most mighty, He had both the field and the victory. @3Deo gratias.@1 There dukes and earls, lord and baron, Were taken and slain, and that well done: And some were led into London, With joy and mirth and great renown. @3Deo gratias.@1 Now gracious God, he save our King His people and all his well willing: Give him good life and good ending, That we with mirth may safely sing: @3Deo gratias.@1 |