Whilst a rag’d Souldier on his Horse doth ride,
That Rascall is no lesse then at his man,
Who was but lately to his Luggadge tide;
And the French Lord now courtsies to that slaue,
Who the last day his Almes was like to craue.
The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs.
And those few English wounded in the fight,
They force the French to bring with them away,
Who when they were depressed with the weight,
Yet dar’d not once their burthen downe to lay,