Reproduced by Justin Edward Cénac-Moncaut, History of the peoples and states Pyrenean t. IV, 1873, pp. 207-210, in note.
(1) The song is in honor of God, by Henri de Bourbon, the name most Christian king of France and Navarre, after the battle on the Leaguers obtained in the plain of Ivry, 14 March 1594, was published in 1594 by the bookseller Jullieron Guichard, Lyon, following an account of the battle of Ivry, small 12mo format.
As you please, Lord, a happy suit,
Espandre Liberal I thy servant
A world of benefits, and as gold for me
You just put my enemies to flight,
I do not want to hide under an ungrateful silence
m'eslever Or too proud in my weak virtue;
I mean thee this day have fought
And broke the wicked superb arrogance.
I sing your honor as a result of my arms,
To your right size I bring it up:
For the beginning, middle to the end, only me
Toy guaranty the highest and alarmed.
forceneur The enemy, pressing its number,
To gain the promised furious combat.
Elated too much pride felt victorious
Put on my head so deadly mishap
blood alone does that murder in his camp does not resonate. There
English cruel and miserly Germain
The Italian, Swiss, and the cowardly Lorrain
boasted, insane, losing my crown.
From the highest of your sky watching in the earth,
Despising their audacity, and serious eyebrow
disdaining these mutineers, suddenly you've put the
the bloodiest misfortune that may bring the war.
As the bear comes down from the top of the mountain,
Estonia, furious, the herd flees
This army astonished by toy, produced similar
The sudden leaving the campaign. I have seen the
astonishment, and my troop esbranlée,
to Demy has Senty, but then all clear,
To help you, Lord, I followed my plan, And
marchay courageous even in the squabble.
Victory esbranlait, doubtful and uncertain;
Some, however, she turns to me.
My heart and succor people resume their king, Flipping
, elbowing the troop inhumane.
Time half still do s'estoit advanced
advanced by me veis over the wicked, And scornful
effort their swords sharp
I veis in my fury reversed their fury.
generous steed Of the more career viste,
Delayed found himself all these people fuyarts
espouvantés Currents, broken on all sides,
I have touched the earth in their shameful flight.
The day ended earlier than hunting continues,
Everything desolate camp may not assure them,
And just let them breathe at night, because
brave the mine continues incessantly.
There I walked the pride of Spain too proud
And the price of his blood I burned, brave, sharp knife
From my soldier psoureux
leak and the cowardice cowardly vituperates .
Italy has its part in this shameful slander,
The Walloon, Lorrain has lost honor,
The disloyal to Francis receives terror
And trembling, astonished, my sweetness he claims.
Thousands and thousands are bits, and this lawsuit,
I have seen the great effects in your holy judgments, Who
slow sometimes, but more violently,
The wicked in last ruined it precipitates.
You, Lord, who have completed work cest,
Cest entire work, O God, thou hast done;
your You used me to make it perfect,
And me in it is your goodness descoeuvre.
Humble, confessing thy paternal goodness, I praise your
grandeur, all that is in me,
And then I have nothing than I have of thee,
A toy I make these doy solemn graces.
Lord, you gave me the will very good; From
not remain ungrateful effects gives me: Because I want
bear witness against the property that thou hast made,
And make your name resound in my France.
Is there the royal scepter worldly greatness,
Various courtiers, do my own designs,
never prevent that in the midst of thy saints
I always sing thy sovereign goodness .
I shall do Thy holy name, and my wonderful
In France will be reverently honored
order that being on me and my family loved it,
Increasingly, Lord, we look with favor.