As friends they ne’er were seen to part,
Howe’er the foes might cluster.
But ah! I grieve to tell the tale!
A random arrow flying,
Pierced through her corslet’s jointed mail,
And down she fell a-dying.
He bore her quickly from the field,
Through Paynim ranks opposing,
But when her helmet was unseal’d,
Her maiden blush disclosing.