He set uppone the lord Persè
A dynte that was full soare;
With a suar spear of a myghttè tre
Clean thorow the body he the Persè ber,
A' the tothar syde that a man myght se75
A large cloth yard and mare:
Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantè,
Then that day slain wear ther.
An archar off Northomberlonde
Say slean was the lord Persè;80
He bar a bende-bowe in his hand,
Was made off trusti tre.
[An arow], that a cloth yarde was lang,
To th' harde stele haylde he;
A dynt that was both sad and soar,85
He sat on Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry.
The dynt yt was both sad and [soar],
That he [on] Monggonberry sete;
The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,
With his hart-blood the wear wete.90
Ther was never a freak wone foot wolde fle,
But still in stour dyd stand,
Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre,
With many a balfull brande.
This battell begane in Chyviat95
[An owar] befor the none,
And when even-song bell was rang,
The battell was nat half done.
[The tooke on ethar hand]
Be the lyght off the mone;100
Many hade no strength for to stande,
In Chyviat the hillys [aboun].