Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
Laced with silver laces three.
7.
‘Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,
Laced with sillver lace so white;
O the golden bands an about your necks,
Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke.’
8.
By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
Towards Edenburough gon was hee,