But five hundred Lancaster men,
Which to him was of small effect;
For hard marching made them to ake,
And miss’d their dinner many a day,
Made them, repenting, sigh and say
“Woe worth the Scots; for they can feed
“On drinking water and eating bread:
“Their irony soles do never tire
“On stony ground, dub or mire.
“Beef or pudding they never mind: