And soe ffast he smote att Iohn Steward,
I-wisse he neuer rest.
27.
Then hee pulled fforth his bright browne sword,
And dryed itt on his sleeue,
And the ffirst good stroke Iohn Stewart stroke,
Child Maurice head he did cleeue.
28.
And he pricked itt on his swords poynt,
Went singing there beside,