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Fair stood the wind for France	A
When we our sails advance	A
Nor now to prove our chance	A
Longer will tarry	B
But putting to the main	C
At Caux the mouth of Seine	B
With all his martial train	C
Landed King Harry	B
	-
And taking many a fort	D
Furnish'd in warlike sort	D
Marcheth towards Agincourt	D
In happy hour	E
Skirmishing day by day	F
With those that stopp'd his way	F
Where the French gen'ral lay	F
With all his power	E
	-
Which in his height of pride	G
King Henry to deride	G
His ransom to provide	G
To the King sending	H
Which he neglects the while	I
As from a nation vile	I
Yet with an angry smile	I
Their fall portending	H
	-
And turning to his men	J
Quoth our brave Henry then	J
Though they to one be ten	J
Be not amazed	K
Yet have we well begun	L
Battles so bravely won	L
Have ever to the sun	L
By Fame been raised	K
	-
And for myself quoth he	B
This my full rest shall be	B
England ne'er mourn for me	B
Nor more esteem me	B
Victor I will remain	C
Or on this earth lie slain	C
Never shall she sustain	C
Loss to redeem me	B
	-
Poitiers and Cressy tell	M
When most their pride did swell	M
Under our swords they fell	M
No less our skill is	N
Than when our grandsire great	O
Claiming the regal seat	P
By many a warlike feat	P
Lopp'd the French lilies	Q
	-
The Duke of York so dread	R
The eager vaward led	R
With the main Henry sped	R
Amongst his henchmen	L
Excester had the rear	S
A braver man not there	T
O Lord how hot they were	E
On the false Frenchmen	J
	-
They now to fight are gone	U
Armour on armour shone	V
Drum now to drum did groan	V
To hear was wonder	E
That with cries they make	W
The very earth did shake	W
Trumpet to trumpet spake	W
Thunder to thunder	E
	-
Well it thine age became	X
O noble Erpingham	X
Which didst the signal aim	X
To our hid forces	N
When from a meadow by	Y
Like a storm suddenly	B
The English archery	B
Stuck the French horses	Z
	-
With Spanish yew so strong	A2
Arrows a cloth yard long	A2
That like to serpents stung	B2
Piercing the weather	E
None from his fellow starts	C2
But playing manly parts	C2
And like true English hearts	C2
Stuck close together	E
	-
When down their bows they threw	D2
And forth their bilboes drew	D2
And on the French they flew	D2
Not one was tardy	B
Arms were from shoulders sent	E2
Scalps to the teeth were rent	E2
Down the French peasants went	E2
Our men were hardy	B
	-
This while our noble King	H
His broad sword brandishing	H
Down the French host did ding	H
As to o'erwhelm it	F2
And many a deep wound lent	E2
His arms with blood besprent	E2
And many a cruel dent	E2
Bruised his helmet	E2
	-
Gloster that duke so good	E2
Next of the royal blood	E2
For famous England stood	E2
With his brave brother	E
Clarence in steel so bright	E2
Though but a maiden knight	E2
Yet in that furious fight	E2
Scarce such another	E
	-
Warwick in blood did wade	E2
Oxford the foe invade	E2
And cruel slaughter made	E2
Still as they ran up	G2
Suffolk his axe did ply	Y
Beaumont and Willoughby	B
Bare them right doughtily	Y
Ferrers and Fanhope	G2
	-
Upon Saint Crispin's Day	E2
Fought was this noble fray	E2
Which fame did not delay	E2
To England to carry	B
O when shall English men	J
With such acts fill a pen	J
Or England breed again	J
Such a King Harry	B

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