[The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,]
Ther hartes were good yenoughe;
The first off arros that the shote off,
Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.
Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,5
A captayne good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament,
For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.
The Dogglas pertyd his ost or thre,
Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,10
With suar spears off myghttè tre,
The cum in on every syde:
Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Many a doughete the garde to dy,15
Which ganyde them no pryde.
The Ynglyshe men let thear [bowys] be,
And pulde owt brandes that wer [bright;]
It was a hevy syght to se
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.20
Throrowe ryche male and myneyeple,
Many sterne the stroke [downe] streght;
Many a freyke that was full fre,
Ther undar foot dyd lyght.
At last the Duglas and the Persè met,25
[Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;]
The swapte togethar tyll the both swat,
With swordes that wear of fyn myllàn.
Thes worthè freckys for to fyght,
Ther-to the wear full fayne,30
Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,
As ever dyd heal or [rayne].