Owre kynge went forth to Normandy
With grace and myyt of chivalry;
The God for hym wrouyt marvelously
Wherefore Englonde may calle, and cry

Deo gratias, Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria

He sette a sege, the sothe for to say
To Harflue toune with ryal aray;
That toune he wan, and made a fray
That Fraunce shall rywe tyl domes day

Deo gratias, Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria

Then went owre kynge, with alle his oste
Thorowe Fraunce for all the Frenshe boste;
He spared 'for' drede of leste, ne most
Tyl he come to Agincourt coste

Deo gratias, Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria

Than for sothe that knyyt comely
In Agincourt feld he fauyt manly
Thorow grace of God most myyty
He had bothe the felde, and the victory
Deo gratias, Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria

Ther dukys, and erlys, lorde and barone
Were take, and slayne, and that wel sone
And some were ledde in to Lundone
With joye, and merthe, and grete renone

Deo gratias, Deo gratias
Anglia redde pro victoria

Noe gratious God he save owre kynge
His peple, and all his wel wyllynge
Gef him gode lyfe, and gode endynge
That we with merth mowe savely syng