Renaissancefan98
01-06-2007, 09:13 PM
On my computer ;Agincourt Carol.mp3 by the Young Tradition,but they seem to be doing a Hatchet job of the song.
Lyrics:
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, &c.
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, &c.
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, &c.
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, &c.
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
Deo gratias, &c.
And this is the 21st century translation of the 15th century lyrics.
Our king went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry;
Ther God for him wrought marvelously,
Wherefore England may call, and cry
Deo gracias: Deo gracias 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 till Domesday.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Then went our king, with all his host,
Through France for all the French boast;
He spared no dread of least, nor most,
Till he came to Agincourt coast.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
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 gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
There dukes, and earls, lord and baron,
Were taken, and slain, and that well soon,
And some were led in to London
With joy, and mirth, and great renown.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
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 gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Lyrics:
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, &c.
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, &c.
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, &c.
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, &c.
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
Deo gratias, &c.
And this is the 21st century translation of the 15th century lyrics.
Our king went forth to Normandy,
With grace and might of chivalry;
Ther God for him wrought marvelously,
Wherefore England may call, and cry
Deo gracias: Deo gracias 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 till Domesday.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
Then went our king, with all his host,
Through France for all the French boast;
He spared no dread of least, nor most,
Till he came to Agincourt coast.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
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 gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
There dukes, and earls, lord and baron,
Were taken, and slain, and that well soon,
And some were led in to London
With joy, and mirth, and great renown.
Deo gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.
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 gracias: Deo gracias Anglia redde pro victoria.