For their olde sinnes, how they the French men payd:
How brauely Basset did behaue him there:
How Oxford charg’d the Van, Warwick the Reare.
And Boy, quoth he, I haue heard thy Grandsire say,
That once he did an English Archer see,
Who shooting at a French twelue score away,
Quite through the body, stuck him to a Tree;
Vpon their strengths a King his Crowne might lay:
Such were the men of that braue age, quoth he,
When with his Axe he at his Foe let driue,