| Text | Missing Phrase | Number of Words |
| This day is called the feast | |
| He that | |
| And comes | |
| Will stand a tip-toe when the | |
| And rouse him at the name | |
| He that shall live this day | |
| Will yearly | |
| And say, 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he | |
| and | |
| And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall | |
| But he'll remember | |
| What feats he did | |
| Then shall our names Familiar in his mouth | |
| Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, | |
| | Text | Missing Phrase | Number of Words |
| Be in their flowing cups | |
| This story | |
| And Crispin Crispian shall | |
| From this day | |
| But we in it | |
| We few, we happy few, | |
| For he to-day that | |
| Shall be my brother; be he | |
| This day shall | |
| And gentlemen in England | |
| Shall think themselves | |
| And hold their | |
| whiles any speaks That | |
| upon | |
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