The Agincourt Carol
Deo gracias, Anglia,
Redde pro victoria.
Our King went forth to Normandy
With grace and might of chivalry;
Ther God for him wrought mervelusly;
Wherfore England may call and cry
"Deo gracias.'
He sette a sege, the sooth for to say,
To Harfleur town with royal aray;
That town he won and made afray
That Fraunce shal rewe til Domesday:
Deo gracias.
Then went our King with alle his host
Thorough Fraunce, for all the Frenshe boast;
He spared no drede of lest ne most
Til he come to Agincourt coast:
Deo gracias.
Then, forsooth, that knight comely
In Agincourt feeld he fought manly.
Thorough grace of God most mighty
He had both the feeld and the victory:
Deo gracias.
There dukes and erles, lord and barone
Were take and slain, and that wel sone;
And sume were ledde into Lundone
With joy and merth and gret renone:
Deo gracias.
Now gracious God He save our King,
His peple, and alle his wel-willing;
Yef him good life and good ending,
That we with merth mowe savely sing
"Deo gracias.'
Redde pro victoria.
Our King went forth to Normandy
With grace and might of chivalry;
Ther God for him wrought mervelusly;
Wherfore England may call and cry
"Deo gracias.'
He sette a sege, the sooth for to say,
To Harfleur town with royal aray;
That town he won and made afray
That Fraunce shal rewe til Domesday:
Deo gracias.
Then went our King with alle his host
Thorough Fraunce, for all the Frenshe boast;
He spared no drede of lest ne most
Til he come to Agincourt coast:
Deo gracias.
Then, forsooth, that knight comely
In Agincourt feeld he fought manly.
Thorough grace of God most mighty
He had both the feeld and the victory:
Deo gracias.
There dukes and erles, lord and barone
Were take and slain, and that wel sone;
And sume were ledde into Lundone
With joy and merth and gret renone:
Deo gracias.
Now gracious God He save our King,
His peple, and alle his wel-willing;
Yef him good life and good ending,
That we with merth mowe savely sing
"Deo gracias.'
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