Deo gracias Anglia (Anonymous)
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Title: Deo gracias Anglia
Alternate title: Agincourt Carol
First published: c. 1430 in Selden Carol Book, Bodleian MS. Arch. Selden B. 26)
Original text and translations
Our king went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry;
The God for him wrought marvelously,
Wherefore England may call, and cry
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
He set a siege, the sooth for to say,
To Harfleur town with royal array;
That town he won, and made a fray,
That France shall rue till Domesday.
Then went our king, with all his host,
Through France for all the French boast;
He spared no dread of least, nor most,
Till he came to Agincourt coast.
Then for sooth that knight comely
In Agincourt field he fought manly
Through grace of God most mighty
He had both the field, and the victory
Their dukes, and earls, lord and baron,
Were taken, and slain, and that well soon,
And some were led in to London
With joy, and mirth, and great renown
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