That had not the king stept his foot aside,
He had smitten his head from his faire boddë.
13.
Saying, ‘Fight on, my merry men all,
And see that none of you be taine;
For rather than men shall say we were hange’d,
Let them report how we were slaine.’
14.
Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
And so besett poore Jonnë rounde,