SONG OF AGINCOURT by ANONYMOUS

OUR King went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry:
There God for him wrought marvellously:
Wherefore England may call and cry:
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He set a siegè the sooth for to say,
To Harfleur town with royal array:
That town he won, and made a fray
That France shall rue till Doomesday:
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Then went our king with all his host
Through France for all the Frenchè boast:
He spared no dread of least nor most,
Till he come to Agincourt coast.
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Then, for a sooth, that knight comely,
In Agincourt field he fought manly:
Through grace of God most mighty,
He had both the field and the victory.
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There dukes and earls, lord and baron,
Were taken and slain, and that well done:
And some were led into London,
With joy and mirth and great renown.
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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:
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