With the best of his men a device for to make;
Þay stel out on a stylle nyȝt er any steuen rysed
They stole out on a still night ere any sound arose,
& harde hurles þurȝ þe oste, er enmies hit wyste
And hard hurled through the host, ere enemies it wist,
Bot er þay at-wappe ne moȝt þe wach wyth oute
But ere they could escape the watch without,
Hiȝe skelt watȝ þe askry þe skewes an-vnder
High scattered was the cry, the skies there under,
Loude alarom vpon launde lulted was þenne