The Agincourt Carol

Deo Gratias Anglia (The Agincourt Carol)
Deo Gracias, Deo gracias Anglia
Redde pro Victoria!
Our King went forth to Normandy
With grace and might of chivalry
There God for him wrought marv'losly
Where for England may call and cry.
He set a siege, sooth for to say
To Harfleur town, with royal array
The town he won, and made a fray
That France shall rue until Doomsday.
Then Went our King, with all his host
Through France, spite all the French did boast
He spared neither least, nor most
'til he came to Agincourt Coast
Then forsooth that comely Knight
In Agincourt field did manly fight
Through grace of God most mighty
He won both field and victory.
There dukes and earls, lord and baron
Were taken, slain, and that well soon
And some were led into London
With joy and mirth and great renown
Now gracious God he save our King
His people and all his good willing
Give him good live and good ending
That we with mirth may safely sing.