In three days they march’d a hundred mile,
Through ice and hills cover’d with snow,
Across Yorkshire as they did go,
With full intent to intercept him
And at Proud Preston thought to kep him,
They had no footmen here, ’tis true,
But royal hunters not a few,
Who were so keen in battle rage,
On foot they offer’d to engage,
Being zealous youths of gentle fame,