Our King went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry.
There God for him wrought marv’lously,
Wherefore England may call and cry.
He set a siege sooth for to say
To Harfleur town with royal array.
That town he won and made affray,
That France shall rue til Doomesday.
Then went him forth, our king comedy,
in Agincourt field he fought manly,
through grace of God most marvelously,
he had both field and victory.
Give thanks to God!
There lords, earls, and barons
were slain and taken, and that full soon
and some were brought to London
with joy and bliss and great renown.
Almighty God, may he save our king,
his people, and all his well-willing. And
give them grace without ending,
then may we call and safely sing!
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The Lyrics translated to modern English is
Deo gratias Anglia,
Redde pro victoria.
Our King went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry.
There God for him wrought marv’lously,
Wherefore England may call and cry.
He set a siege sooth for to say
To Harfleur town with royal array.
That town he won and made affray,
That France shall rue til Doomesday.
Then went him forth, our king comedy,
in Agincourt field he fought manly,
through grace of God most marvelously,
he had both field and victory.
Give thanks to God!
There lords, earls, and barons
were slain and taken, and that full soon
and some were brought to London
with joy and bliss and great renown.
Almighty God, may he save our king,
his people, and all his well-willing. And
give them grace without ending,
then may we call and safely sing!