Glimmerred upon the kinge's highwaye—
Ane lovelye sighte, I ween.
'"Is it he," quoth one, "is this the manne?
I'll laye the rascalle stiffe;"—
With cruel stroke the beak he broke
Of the harmless bumbailiffe.
Steppeth twenty feete in imitatione of the Admirable Crichtovn.
'The threatening of the saucye rogue
No more I coulde abide;
Advancing forthe my goode right legge