They swakkit swords, and they twa swat,
And aye the bluid ran down between.
"Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said,
"Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!"
"To whom must I yield," quoth Earl Percy,
"Sin' I see that it maun be so?"
"Thou shall not yield to lord or loun,
Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;
But yield ye to the brarken bush
That grows upon yon lilye lee!"