I xal prune that paddok and prevyn hym as a pad,
Scheldys and sperys shalle I there sowe;
My knyghtes xalle rydyn on a rowe,
Knave and chylderyn ffor to qwelle,
Be Mahound, dyng ne duke of helle,
Sowre deth his lyff xalle selle,
Suche threttes wolde me overthrowe.
Styward bolde,
Walke thou on mowlde,
And wysely beholde