Poems of the Love and Pride of England

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897. Excerpt: ... For The Victory At Agincourt OUR king went forth to Normandy With grace and might of chivalry; The God for him wrought marvellously, Wherefore England may call and cry Deo gratias: Deo gratias 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 to doomes day. Deo gratias, etc This ballad is taken from the Pepys' collection of songs. It was composed by the Poet Laureate of the day, according to Bishop Percy--to celebrate the victory of the 25th of October, 1415. W.P. I B Then went our king, with all his host, Through France for all the Frenche boast; He spared for dread of least, or most, Till he came to Agincourt coast Deo gratias, etc. 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. Deo gratias, etc. Their dukes and earls, lord and baron Were take, and slain, and that well soon, And some were led into London With joy, and mirth, and great renown. Deo gratias, etc. 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 Deo gratias: Deo gratias Anglia redde pro victoria. Agincourt, Or The English BowMen's Glory A GINCOURT, Agincourt! Where English slew and hurt All their French foemen? With our jukes and bills brown, How the French were beat down, Shot by our bowmen! Agincourt, Agincourt! Know ye not Agincourt? Never to be forgot Or known to no men? Where English cloth-yard arrows Killed the French like tame sparrows Slain by our bowmen. The remark that our ancestors fought better than they wrote, suggested by some early ballads, can hardly be applied to this spirited ...