Agincourt Carol

Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
 Owre Kynge went forth to Normandy
 With grace and myght of chyvalry
 Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly;
 Wherefore Englonde may call and cry
 Deo gratias!
 Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
 He sette sege, forsothe to say,
 To Harflu towne with ryal aray;
 That toune he wan and made afray
 That Fraunce shal rewe tyl domesday.
 Deo gratias!
 Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
 Then went hym forth, owre king comely,
 In Agincourt feld he faught manly;
 Throw grace of God most marvelously,
 He had both feld and victory.
 Deo gratias!
 Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!
 Ther lordys, erles and barone
 Were slayne and taken and that full soon,
 Ans summe were broght into Lundone
 With joye and blisse and gret renone.
 Deo gratias!
 Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria!