Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are

Now glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are, And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!

He was my first, a mighty man, a warrior for the right; He showed my whole, and went my first when he my last to fight.

Although my last is duty’s cry, with some it goes for naught; In all adventures have my whole, if you would not be caught.