Ode to the Cambro-Britons (Agincourt excerpt)

Fair stood the wind for France,

When we our sails advance;

Nor now to prove our chance

Longer will tarry;

But putting to the main,

At Caux, the mouth of Seine,

With all his martial train

Landed King Harry.

And taking many a fort,

Furnish'd in warlike sort,

Marcheth towards Agincourt

In happy hour;

Skirmishing day by day

With those that stopp'd his way,

Where the French gen'ral lay

With all his power.

And turning to his men

Quoth our brave Henry then:

"Though they to one be ten

Be not amazed.

Yet have we well begun:

Battles so bravely won

Have ever to the sun

By Fame been raised!

"And for myself," quoth he,

"This my full rest shall be:

England ne'er mourn for me,

Nor more esteem me;

Victor I will remain,

Or on this earth lie slain;

Never shall she sustain

Loss to redeem me!"